“They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth.” ― George R. R. Martin
I like things. Sometimes they are the same kind of things. Sometimes I'm in a mood and like things I don't usually like. Sometimes I hate things. Sometimes I'm not sure how I feel about things. But, no matter what, I'm always honest about it.
It's so much fun because Dusa has been away from civilization for so long that she honestly doesn't realize what she feels for Hermes is more than friendship. It's like, "What are those pterodactyls in my stomach? Am I turning into a reptilian again? Oh, my best friend Hermes is in the room."