That she continued to speak with him and take his words into consideration even when they were not what she wanted to hear - perhaps not even all that useful - was, indeed, noted. Hadama reached for his cocktail, swirling it lightly before taking a sip and letting it linger on his tongue. He closed his eyes to savor it before swallowing, and only then looked once more at his dinner companion with solemn understanding.
"I am glad you trust me with your complaints." A simple statement, quietly spoken, but holding implacable sincerity. "Is this not what friends do for one another?" He took another bite of his dish, taking the time while he chewed to consider his next words. "Politics... the currents between regions move and reshape themselves constantly." His fork stilled as he looked over Maea's head, his gaze seeing something in memory, something that drew the light from his eyes, far away from the mellow golden wood of their booth. He spent several seconds in distraction before he sighed and shook his head. "But I do not wish to make you dwell on what is troubling you. How is your meal?"
"I am glad you trust me with your complaints." A simple statement, quietly spoken, but holding implacable sincerity. "Is this not what friends do for one another?" He took another bite of his dish, taking the time while he chewed to consider his next words. "Politics... the currents between regions move and reshape themselves constantly." His fork stilled as he looked over Maea's head, his gaze seeing something in memory, something that drew the light from his eyes, far away from the mellow golden wood of their booth. He spent several seconds in distraction before he sighed and shook his head. "But I do not wish to make you dwell on what is troubling you. How is your meal?"
