Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

dalia nodded. though his gaze pierced her the same as always, she was slowly growing more accustomed to it. it was still strange and mysterious and oh so stiff... it made her feel like she was trapped, in a way. but she was growing used to feeling trapped beneath it-- so much so that rather than feeling trapped, she found the space beneath his gaze quite comfortable. in a way. 

"i am," she said, a bit louder than before-- sounding pretty sure of herself. was it a facade? perhaps, but only time would tell-- and she seemed committed to the training, at least. that was all that mattered.