There was a muted chuckle as she shook her head. "Catherine is no threat to me. He does not see that. What Tristan has done...." Long before he decided to be a trickster and removed that word from her head, was far, far worse. Did he see that? Did he know? "I can handle them." Until he said that....

"Rooted in my mind?" Between her dark eyes her brows pinched tightly together. Was that why she felt like she and Catherine were such great friends? Had she made her feel like that?

With a soft towel in her hands she took her time drying his. "I....see." Setting the cloth aside she leaned against the counter.