She appreciated the gesture, she really did, but there was no hiding from this. Her head was slowly raised again so she could look at him properly, and she sighed. She'd suspected as much for a very long while and had been more than sure lately.

And then she hesitates, wondering briefly if it would make a difference if she pretended that she didn't, if she should let her moirail be happy with Tavros and just deal with her feelings on her own instead of causing even more complications between them all.

Nepeta can't bring herself to do that though. She can't be anything but honest with Equius over something so important.

"I think so..."