Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

He watched her, stoic.
Waiting for her to finish. Letting her soften again.
She held his gaze now -- not intently, but rather just like putting one hand over his.

He didn't seem impressed. Not by any means.
She shouldn't be something he should involve himself with, but she could help but look for him. To talk to him. He was like a slice of her past but was never part of it.
Good for him.

"I was told me sins were lust, wrath, and pride," she absently mused. Maybe he could pice her together with that. He'd know what sort of things made up those sins so, surely he'd have a better clue than herself.