She stared hard at the female as she began to give her view on Sitri, in spite of not being close to him Cara was fond of the guy. He had been nothing but loyal when all of the other pieces around started to crumble. She had seen him in his death bed and felt terrified at the thought of watching him die.
Many, Cara herself included, could argue that she didn't have a heart for anything that didn't affect her. But they, as well as herself, had been proven wrong as soon as tears streamed down her face at the instant of the battle.
"They aren't", she agreed. Though she had been a major instigator of such stereotypes and had classified many if not all of her contact under those tags she had begun to catch small glimpses of 'grey' in her all-white & black spectrum.
"He's gentle, yes, also devoted and smart" she barked softly, as a little smirk stretched across her features. It was funny how when she had first met him, the adjetives 'gentle' and 'smart' would have never crossed her mind, yet today they fitted him perfectly.
Maybe there was more to a book that just its cover.