Swiftcurrent Creek who do you think you are? who do you think i am?

aria too paused when she had spotted her friend, leaving the two to stand and stare silently at one another for a moment. the dove wondered if he was thinking the same thing she was. surely he was... it was the elephant in the room.

taking her paused lightly, aria sucked in a breath and padded over to constantine, her ears pressed to her skull. "constantine," she called as she approached-- and then when she was standing before him, she sigh softly, expression downcast. "about your wife-- of her opinions of me. i can't help but worry they're... not positive thoughts." she knew she was right-- but... somewhere in her she wished she was wrong. that it was just her anxieties.