Tormented Tarns spiders in your hair, spiders everywhere

Was it her imagination or did the male look almost abashed? Maybe she really had misjudged him. ”Tatsuya.” He said, and introductions were complete at last. Not much else seemed to be on the table by way of conversation though, if the silence that descended after his response was any indication. It was curious; he seemed restless and yet he was deliberately allowing the conversation to stagnate. Was he hoping she would find the silence untenable and start spilling all her secrets voluntarily? She regarded him shrewdly – but no. While Sien wasn’t much of an expert in reading faces, she could pick up on body language just fine, and his had all the subtleties of submission. He was allowing her the platform? What, did he run out of glaringly obvious observations to comment on? she thought, before she could help herself. Shame burned hot in her veins momentarily, even before whatever part of Niall lived on in her head reminded her, Rather than suspicion, try acceptance, invitation.
 
She shot Tatsuya a vaguely repentant look, feeling almost as if she was corralling herself into some sort of one-sided apology cycle. He’d probably assume she was sorry for allowing the discourse to languish for so long, if he even picked up on it, which wasn’t entirely false but she was certainly less sorry for that than she was for continuously failing to uphold Sect ideals. Terrible, her mind agreed. You should really say something right about now, it continued. But what was there to say? It’s such a lovely day? Not only was that patently untrue – only by non-Sect standards though – but just because Capt– Tatsuya had depleted his stores of bland remarks, it didn’t mean she had to take his place. She might’ve asked him if he had business in these parts, except not only had he already deflected a similar inquiry, but Sien highly doubted that line of questioning was capable of sustaining itself, considering whatever it was clearly wasn’t imperative enough that he couldn’t waste time standing around chatting her up. 
 
What did normal wolves converse about? Not for the first time, she wished Cerise was here to grab the conversation by its throat and steer it somewhere worthwhile. Feeling as if she’d already long exceeded the normal grace period for contributing to conversational continuity, Sien blurted out the first thing that came to mind. ”Ever eaten spiders?” She asked, completely deadpan, and proceeded to quietly die a little inside. ...Nice going, her mind supplied helpfully. Even her own thoughts sounded weary and more than a little appalled.