The blonde fell silent as the man spoke, her violet eyes watching him with concern appearing in them despite her earlier reservations not to get involved with any of the passengers. Thick, dark, lashes shaded her eyes as they narrowed with said concern and she almost spoke up to reassure him before a Lalafell she hadn't noticed before spoke instead. She turned her attention to him briefly but when the conversation turned dark she found her chin dropping to her chest so that the hat once again obscured her features. Ul'dah did indeed pull people back but it wasn't the city itself, more so the connections one seemed to make there, she knew that only too well as she'd made her own friends and family among it's people.
She lightly frowned and reached over when the Lalafell was done speaking, her delicate fingers resting on S'imba's shoulder with a grip firmer than one would expect from the lithe Keeper female. "We all have different chances S'imba, if you try your best and keep hope then your success will be greater. Don't let despair consume you, it is not a good path to walk" she said gently and squeezed his shoulder again before sliding her hand away, though she remained with her gaze on him a few seconds longer hoping the warmth and reassurance would ease some of his tension. Her eyes traveled to the Lalafell next, looking him over, "And despite what he says, he doesn't look all that worse for wear, at least we are still living yes?" she remarks and laid her staff to the side so she could scoot further on the edge of the cart.
She had to repeat that in her mind for herself once, at least they were still alive, and that was something.
She lightly frowned and reached over when the Lalafell was done speaking, her delicate fingers resting on S'imba's shoulder with a grip firmer than one would expect from the lithe Keeper female. "We all have different chances S'imba, if you try your best and keep hope then your success will be greater. Don't let despair consume you, it is not a good path to walk" she said gently and squeezed his shoulder again before sliding her hand away, though she remained with her gaze on him a few seconds longer hoping the warmth and reassurance would ease some of his tension. Her eyes traveled to the Lalafell next, looking him over, "And despite what he says, he doesn't look all that worse for wear, at least we are still living yes?" she remarks and laid her staff to the side so she could scoot further on the edge of the cart.
She had to repeat that in her mind for herself once, at least they were still alive, and that was something.
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