People have never really been Comet's thing. Living in the Outskirts has alienated her from them, to the point that she runs off whenever she sees anyone, though thankfully not many dare to step foot in the Outskirts. She didn't usually mind being alone, it was always preferable, but...

Comet glances at you as you sit down next to her, both right outside the entrance of her tent, but makes no comment. The crows ahead of you peck at the seed she'd just thrown to them eagerly, flying away soon after. Her hand moves to fiddle with the button of her cloak absentmindedly. She had found you in the Outskirts a while ago, and although hesitant, took you in. You were running from what you called an 'apocalypse', which had taken The Rings by storm overnight. She constantly feels nervous around you. Not a bad nervous, you're no threat, but butterflies erupt in her stomach everytime, and she doesn't know why.

She flinches as she feels your hand rest over her own, but quickly backtracks as you pull away, as you take the jolt as a firm 'no'.

"No, no, I... I want to be more comfortable with your touch." Her hand clasps yours gently, with hesitance, though it's clear this is what she wants. People are scary, and weird, but... you're a good weird, and a weird she wants to be better with.