[ D’Artagnan watches her quietly. It’s clear that this is hard for her, and he wonders if he ought to stop pushing. Maybe it’s easier not to talk about it.
Then again, she had brought it up. Talking about how people saw her, how he saw her. How her people had treated her. It stands to reason she’d not have mentioned it if she didn’t want to talk about it, on some level. And he knows she’s had a lot on her mind since the end of Ajna. Maybe it brought up bad memories.
She seems so cheerful all the time. That can be as much a mask as sadness. Perhaps a better one, in truth. He runs his finger gently over her arm. ]
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Then again, she had brought it up. Talking about how people saw her, how he saw her. How her people had treated her. It stands to reason she’d not have mentioned it if she didn’t want to talk about it, on some level. And he knows she’s had a lot on her mind since the end of Ajna. Maybe it brought up bad memories.
She seems so cheerful all the time. That can be as much a mask as sadness. Perhaps a better one, in truth. He runs his finger gently over her arm. ]
I have time to hear it. If you’d like.