[ Whispered, soft, as he squeezes their fingers back. He can tell that smile is strained, and he doesn't like it.
Not at all.
Even though he wants to ask about what they've all been doing, G'raha knows immediately what he wants to address and he has a feeling that Siffrin does too. ]
Tell me what remains on your mind. Your smile is not true.
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[ Whispered, soft, as he squeezes their fingers back. He can tell that smile is strained, and he doesn't like it.
Not at all.
Even though he wants to ask about what they've all been doing, G'raha knows immediately what he wants to address and he has a feeling that Siffrin does too. ]
Tell me what remains on your mind. Your smile is not true.