"I am not permitted friends here even now," Dove said honestly, avoiding his gaze by keeping her eyes on Virgil as the ferret explored. Her childhood had been unusual and isolated but she'd had no real clue just how much until she was a older. Books held worlds and experiences she wanted to see for herself. She'd not even had that freedom as Robin - he had to sneak out though lately she had been more vocal and argumentative with her parents. At the age of twenty-six, the metamorphmagus had very much outgrown her gilded cage and was rattling the bars louder than she ever had before.

"Do you think me a horrid daughter for so blatantly railing against the rules placed upon me?" She asked, a hint of a smile on her lips as she looked over at him. Dove very much doubted it when the rogue seemed to live by his own rules albeit in some respect to his sisters wishes. Besides, she wanted him.