Colette
The 8th Noble
“There you are.” Colette said as she stepped through the door to Loomi’s room. “I’m so sorry for pushing you away like that. I should have done more to include you, and to listen better.”
She had rehearsed that line in her mind on the way from the meeting to the ship. Only once spoken did it occur to her that it wasn’t the most appropriate opener when you had something to say. Colette rubbed at the back of her neck and took a seat next to Loomi.
How would she begin? It wasn’t exactly a highly volatile situation, but for some reason it still felt tense. Colette had done something wrong, and she needed to make things alright again.
“Are you okay?”
“I got worried.”
Loomi
She had rehearsed that line in her mind on the way from the meeting to the ship. Only once spoken did it occur to her that it wasn’t the most appropriate opener when you had something to say. Colette rubbed at the back of her neck and took a seat next to Loomi.
How would she begin? It wasn’t exactly a highly volatile situation, but for some reason it still felt tense. Colette had done something wrong, and she needed to make things alright again.
“Are you okay?”
“I got worried.”
Loomi
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