The fingers in her hair have her stiffen but she does not pull away. In fact, she even leans a little into it. It's like a distraction. Her heartbeat slows and her breathing with it. It makes her feel present, less lost in the rush of thoughts and feelings that always threaten to consume her, and when he stops, she finds herself missing it.

Charlotte sounds like the kind of woman Sharon would get along with. Bold. Daring. Forward. In some ways, they're not dissimilar. Except in matters like this. Her heart is a storm; wild and violent but capable of beautiful things. She simply needs to learn how to listen to it. To understand it.

The more she hears of this woman, beyond what she saw in D's memory, beyond what she heard from Johan, the more she understands how she and Mayerling fell in love. Both of them were dramatic. In her mind's eye, she sees that woman taking her lover's hand and plunging it into her chest and she believes Mayerling when he tells her that she would've killed herself there and then if he'd died.

"Go ahead, Mayerling," she responds after a moment of thought, quietly, mind starting to race again, "What is it Charlotte would advise?"