Lion Head Mesa i wanna take the hand inside you

Something about the way Eset had asked about Naberius gave a prickly feeling to her stomach. Why did it matter? Why did she want to know?
She can trust her. She wanted to, she did! And perhaps it was nothing; perhaps it had merely been her own anxieties. There was no reason not to! Right?
Okay, and she gives a polite nod, downy eyes following as she slips through the doorway from which she came.
With a puff of air from her lips, Inji resolves to return to her work. Perhaps she'd now tend to that particularly stagnant room at the end of the hall.