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she's soothed by his words, eagerly soaking in the feeling of someone caring about her. it's different than athris caring about her; he has to. and this man — he has no obligation to her at all, yet he cares. it's a powerful feeling, but she doesn't quite know what to do with it. and surely it can't be that simple? nothing ever is.
but if he wants something from her, she has no idea what it is. and right now, she can't bring herself to care. she feels his touch against her shoulder and sucks in a breath, realizing it's the first time anyone aside her brother has sought contact with her. thank you, she whispers, shivering slightly. the tears have mostly abated by now, and the prickle of shame at the back of her mind becomes stronger, more insistent. she takes a breath and moves hesitantly to leave a brief kiss on the male's cheek if she's allowed, repeating her thanks even more softly. it occurs to her that she doesn't even know his name. my name is ashari. she offers a moment later, attempting a smile, though the expression is too weary to be as warm as she wants it to be.