Seren
Seren glanced sideways at him, trying to gague how serious he was. Why was everyone so casual about flirting? Was it a Torchline trait? If so, she wasn't being a very good native. "Sorry," she said, and was surprised to find that she meant it. "Don't mean to be a killjoy. It's just... I only feel awkward and don't know what to say." Lack of practice, probably. But like she'd told Maeve, the expertise that came with trial and error in this particular area did not appeal to her. Or rather, the potential emotional scars did not.
Hearing that Sunjata had been involved in i something turned her interest into sudden worry. Sitting up straighter, Seren made a grab for Locke's sleeve as if she could shake more details out of it. "A lot of what? Is he alright? He isn't hurt, is he?" Safrin had said nothing about that, though, and neither had Ronin. And since the Flood would come to Stormbreak with her sister... hopefully it meant nothing was wrong. Seren's stomach still tightened with fear for her second favorite man in the world.
Somewhat unfocused, Seren nodded at his defensiveness. "I appreciate it, all the same," she murmured. Having none of those things to offer, she couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this generosity. "I hope we can be friends anyway." He reminded her a bit of her uncle Saiden. Kind, warm, but trying very hard not to let it show.
Hearing that Sunjata had been involved in i something turned her interest into sudden worry. Sitting up straighter, Seren made a grab for Locke's sleeve as if she could shake more details out of it. "A lot of what? Is he alright? He isn't hurt, is he?" Safrin had said nothing about that, though, and neither had Ronin. And since the Flood would come to Stormbreak with her sister... hopefully it meant nothing was wrong. Seren's stomach still tightened with fear for her second favorite man in the world.
Somewhat unfocused, Seren nodded at his defensiveness. "I appreciate it, all the same," she murmured. Having none of those things to offer, she couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this generosity. "I hope we can be friends anyway." He reminded her a bit of her uncle Saiden. Kind, warm, but trying very hard not to let it show.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
