To go-between depth and the stare of an instant, both these mingled and found surface in her features. Rapport by itself treats no-one to understanding. And yet, you appeared to know more than touch alone could establish. From those depths it was hard to pick up the carefree pieces, but you were prepared to put together more than this or that, it was something she would come to understand, just as I had; but again, I wondered what the difference was. Feeling at the mercy of the difference telling. If the tale spiralled into control, there would be no outcome.