Moonsong Glacier be the moth to my flame

she'd never had anyone outwardly express that they hoped to like her. where it might have stirred some emotion in others, she was left only with the swirling void of detached insensitivity.

perhaps in time they would cultivate a friendship, but for now they were only strangers. she would play the sociable act purely for the future of her children, but forging affection for herself felt like more of a chore than anything else.

unsure what to say in regards to his final statement, she simply gave a few understanding blinks and a curt, "i would expect nothing different."