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It was disheartening to see the other become passive so quickly. What sort of life has she lived, Varinril wondered, to become cowed in the face of slight adversity? In this, Mallaidh reveals herself; not only by name but maybe by motive as well.

"Mallaidh," she parrots softly, easing away the aggression that had built up under her skin. The other has righted all previous errors. Varinril was more than willing to start afresh (even if she did feel kinda bad). "Pretty name." Deliberately, she lets "for a pretty girl" die in her throat. No point in voicing that thought; she thought all girls were pretty. No need to lead her on if she was at all receptive. Ahem.

"Yeah, I'm alone." She managed to keep her voice level despite her parched throat and racing thoughts. "But you seem a little lost." That examination was admitted without a hint of malice though she was unsure how this one would take it. All Varinril could do was speak naturally and clearly. That, at the very least, was something she was good at.