Roen nodded--an empty gesture at best. After an awkward moment of silence she forced a redirection of her thoughts. These visits should not be about her, nor should they be about Nero. She was tired of dwelling on doubts, or on the void of uncertainty that was her future now. She wanted--no, needed--to distract herself with something else.
“I confess, this is not the best view of Ul’dah,†she began with a forced but amiable tone. Her gaze drifted from the basket to the stack of parchment in the corner. She was avoiding meeting the Sea Wolf’s eyes. “Despite its faults, the city has a beauty all its own. I will show them to you one day, if you have not yet had the chance.â€
She rose from her seat, coming to kneel next to the drawings. She was grasping for anything else to talk about. “Your home is Vylbrand, aye?â€
“I confess, this is not the best view of Ul’dah,†she began with a forced but amiable tone. Her gaze drifted from the basket to the stack of parchment in the corner. She was avoiding meeting the Sea Wolf’s eyes. “Despite its faults, the city has a beauty all its own. I will show them to you one day, if you have not yet had the chance.â€
She rose from her seat, coming to kneel next to the drawings. She was grasping for anything else to talk about. “Your home is Vylbrand, aye?â€
