[Shoka exhales a sigh. It seems she doesn't buy that either.]
More like a vibe check. [And he's failing it.] Don't play dumb. I know something's off. I just wanna know what.
[But maybe she shouldn't be prying, if he's being so evasive about it. Maybe it's none of her business. She wouldn't presume to call him her friend, after all. She doesn't even know why he'd say he's had his fill of interrogations.
[Frustration and worry make her voice emerge more harshly than she intends it to, almost a hiss. A moment later, she deflates in embarrassment, the ears of her disguise drooping low.]
But... fine. I won't push it. If that's really all it is. [Or if Ren really doesn't want to talk about it, rather.] I just. Don't want you to think you have to go through it alone or something... If anything does happen. That's all.
[She glances up at the sunset, then down at the sand—at anything but Ren—before she starts to shuffle in the direction of the Spire.]
[Ren doesn't flinch at her tone of voice. He doesn't.
He just... doesn't want to worry her.]
I appreciate it, for what it's worth, [he says, carefully, trying to perk up a bit.] I promise that if something is actually wrong, I'll let you or someone else know.
[Liar.
Still, he's grateful when she finally relents, and suggest they return to the Spire. He shoots her a small smile.]
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Oh... that?
[It's... Ren doesn't want to think about it. He's-]
I got hit in the head with something while training. It didn't heal quite right, so here we are.
[He doesn't want to talk about this. He's achy and tired and while today was fun, he wants to go rest up.]
Really, Shoka, I'm fine. What is this, an interrogation? I've had my fill of those back home, you know.
[His voice is light, but if Shoka's attentive, she may notice a very, very subtle undertone of discomfort.]
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More like a vibe check. [And he's failing it.] Don't play dumb. I know something's off. I just wanna know what.
[But maybe she shouldn't be prying, if he's being so evasive about it. Maybe it's none of her business. She wouldn't presume to call him her friend, after all. She doesn't even know why he'd say he's had his fill of interrogations.
Nevertheless, she's concerned.]
I mean, we're... teammates or whatever, right?
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I-- well, yes, but... [His grin is slowly growing more strained.] I'm fine, Shoka, really. It's nothing you should concern yourself with.
[And it isn't! It's Ren's problem to deal with, not hers.]
I'm just a bit tired, and all the training's got me a bit sore. That's all.
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[Frustration and worry make her voice emerge more harshly than she intends it to, almost a hiss. A moment later, she deflates in embarrassment, the ears of her disguise drooping low.]
But... fine. I won't push it. If that's really all it is. [Or if Ren really doesn't want to talk about it, rather.] I just. Don't want you to think you have to go through it alone or something... If anything does happen. That's all.
[She glances up at the sunset, then down at the sand—at anything but Ren—before she starts to shuffle in the direction of the Spire.]
Whatever. Let's get outta here.
SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG RIP
He just... doesn't want to worry her.]
I appreciate it, for what it's worth, [he says, carefully, trying to perk up a bit.] I promise that if something is actually wrong, I'll let you or someone else know.
[Liar.
Still, he's grateful when she finally relents, and suggest they return to the Spire. He shoots her a small smile.]
Let's. I'm starving.