The Tangle i always thought i was homolingual, turns out i'm bi

Ingram seems slightly distracted as he answers the question, and then asks if Drageda would have taken her given the chance. “We don’t keep captives,” she tells him quickly, hardening her look—hey, she doesn’t know it’s a lie—and she almost misses the concern in his voice for her own worried expression.
 
“I don’t know if I…” she pauses, realizing she doesn’t know what she wants to say. She stares at him for a long moment, searching his face. He’s always have genuine expressions, wearing his emotions on his sleeve, never having to question what he’s feeling. “I don’t know how much more I can handle,” she finally says in honesty, “I feel like I’m just… going to explode. And sometimes I get so… I don’t know. Worried? I get dizzy and everything spins and just, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
 
Word vomit. Her stomach churns.