"Tell me about ye as a boy." she said, "Yer childhood." She was delighted to hear anything about him. She curled up and rested her head on his shoulder so they could chatter away comfortably. It felt good to be at his side, felt right. Her misgivings were beginning to dwindle over time and she seemed to open up in the proverbial sense, like a flower; a late bloom. Karen was happy at the moment, content to be where she was, knowing too that he was willing to share himself with her.