Her hands twitch on top of each other, eyes narrowed at the floor. She wants to argue. Boy, does she ever want to argue, to make him see that keeping her, keeping Lunath, locked up is not helping them, that each day that passes with the situation like it is just adds to their feelings of frustration.
Their desire to run away.
To run away and never look back at this cage Shand has made.
But she can't bring herself to say it, can't bring herself to retaliate and seem like she hates him, seem like she doesn't get where he's coming from.
"I... Understand."
It's about all she can calmly manage right now, because she does understand as much as she possibly can. It feels like he's the one that doesn't get it, doesn't see how big the divide is that he's creating between them.
And it's hard to trust him when he is allowed to do whatever he feels and, if he isn't, he finds a way around it, but the second they try they're victims of his wrath like they're the only selfish children here.
"I know you mean well."
Their desire to run away.
To run away and never look back at this cage Shand has made.
But she can't bring herself to say it, can't bring herself to retaliate and seem like she hates him, seem like she doesn't get where he's coming from.
"I... Understand."
It's about all she can calmly manage right now, because she does understand as much as she possibly can. It feels like he's the one that doesn't get it, doesn't see how big the divide is that he's creating between them.
And it's hard to trust him when he is allowed to do whatever he feels and, if he isn't, he finds a way around it, but the second they try they're victims of his wrath like they're the only selfish children here.
"I know you mean well."