_{She's nervous.
Fluttery.
Anxious.
Excited.
Over-critical.}

Willing time to move just a bit faster.
Needing it to slow enough to catch her breath.

She can't wait to have him in her space. She wants him to know everything he can. Freaking out because she's never brought anyone in for more than a few hours, and never into her sanctuary. Excited because he's the first.

It's times like these that she wishes everything was black and white, and she was sane.