[She's a mix of confused and taken aback when he drags her off to his mind. Once inside, she looks around with an expression just short of horror. It's like a battlefield, one she's seen many, many times with the Gordanians. Slaughter. Torture. Innocents killed. It makes her sick to her stomach to think about it.] One of your wars.
[She grips his hand tight as she takes in the scene before her, the scents, the sounds. He's showing her this for a reason, and she looks back at him. There is no hatred in her face, no judgement, no pity. Just a serious look into his eyes, waiting for him to explain. All she does it swallow and wait.]
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[She grips his hand tight as she takes in the scene before her, the scents, the sounds. He's showing her this for a reason, and she looks back at him. There is no hatred in her face, no judgement, no pity. Just a serious look into his eyes, waiting for him to explain. All she does it swallow and wait.]