Hoshor Plains [m] the tortured poets department

Same, actually, She was surprised they both needed to think, and a small smile spread across her lips. Maybe we can help each other out, she offered. They were each unbiased parties, allowing them to fully consider each other's situations. But I also totally understand if you don't want to, with me being a stranger and all, she tacked on with a laugh.

But if you don’t mind sharing, I can go first—I need some advice from someone.