Are parts of a truth a lie

It was obvious that the gentleman was still hungry. Following his gaze down towards the remaining meat she had left, she brought them back to his face and released a sigh. It was becoming harder to come to terms with her purpose being at the camp. His touch took her off guard and sent a wave of passion over her body. Parting her lips slightly, and attempting to focus on her breathing, her eyes trailed the spot where his lips had landed. Swallowing hard, she did her best to diminish the desire for those same lips to land on other parts of her. Celestia's eyes lit at the sound of his name. She put his name on repeat in her thoughts, wanting to say them out loud but too afraid her voice would fail her. Licking her lips, she took in a deep breath and with a whisper, spoke her name, "Celestia." After the word rolled off her tongue she realized how unfamiliar the name sounded. She had never given her real name, and was entirely surprised at the lack of thought that it took to tell him the truth. Slowly retreating her hand, she placed it on her knee. His touch left vibrations that caused her hand to shake along with them.

Clearing her throat, she dropped her eyes to the space between them. Their physical distance looked close, but she felt like they were too far apart. Biting her lip, Celestia let her eyes land on the fire; looking for the source of the emotions that ran through her in his presence, but it continued to be a mystery. Throughout him speaking, Celestia looked up with worried eyes. Pushing the left over meat in his direction, her arm briefly brushed his- sending another rush of heat over her. "Please, Simon, finish mine. I appreciate you sharing some of your food with me, but you are far larger than me, and you require much more to fulfill your hunger." Gesturing to her petite figure, she smirked and looked back up at him before continuing, "As you can see, I am much smaller than you and it doesn't take much to fulfill my needs." Her thoughts trailed the other needs she had that have yet to be fulfilled, but pushed them towards the back of her head. Adjusting her position in attempt to distract her thoughts.

Celestia gazed over at the tent every now and again, wondering when the woman would present herself. She created an image of the woman, someone who Simon could count on in battle, someone he could trust. Simon might could trust Celestia in battle, but not the same way he would be able to trust the new stranger in the tent. Celestia's intentions would be to keep Simon safe, not follow through with a purpose of a mission if it meant losing him. Did soldiers have such a code? She knew that the only thing that Simon could trust her with was the truth, and only if he asked for it. It seemed entirely too natural to tell him the truth with her own name, so she assumed that reaction would be with everything he asked. Especially, if he asked for her intentions. Panic struck through her and her heart began to race. What would she do if he asked? Well she didn't have to tell him the entire truth, not unless he asked such a specific question that would require that detailed of an answer. Of course, bits and pieces of a truth is still a truth. Or was it? If a flower loses its petals, is it still a flower? If the leaves fall off a tree in the fall, are they no longer part of that tree?