Cerulean Cape don't leave me drowning in your Sunday rain

She sees the way he shrinks beneath his scars.  She makes to touch a segment of the one that tears down the side of his face with her nose.  Mirabelle would not ask him about his time in Blackfeather, but her bottom lids cup her eyes in empathy.

I'm glad you made it out alright.

It was unfortunate that she had arrived with no desire to stay.  somewhere she knows that he does not expect it of her, and still, i do not think I am suited for your Drageda.  There is a calculated weight to her words; she would never wish for him to leave his family, just as he does not desire to tether her to the cliffs.