Letting her hands drop away from the table, she wraps them loosely around her knees, keeping herself back, patient.
"I'd say the worst has already been and gone. We're almost domestic."
Falling silent, she watches him, translating the small and subtle, now familiar, tics of a Turian. Nerves. Fear-- but of loss. Worry. To say this was a sensitive subject was... putting it a little lightly.
no subject
Letting her hands drop away from the table, she wraps them loosely around her knees, keeping herself back, patient.
"I'd say the worst has already been and gone. We're almost domestic."
Falling silent, she watches him, translating the small and subtle, now familiar, tics of a Turian. Nerves. Fear-- but of loss. Worry. To say this was a sensitive subject was... putting it a little lightly.
"Nihlus. What are you afraid of?"