[The mirror hall...the Promenade... So much changed that week. So much was set in motion. The ground has never been quite steady beneath her feet since that night; Andrew has pushed herself into some new uncomfortable configuration day after day. And she has faltered... but she has never stopped going. She is convinced there is no breaking point for her as long as this is resolved. (lmao)]

He's annoyingly good at getting you to talk about yourself.

[She craves that understanding and thoughtfulness, so she leans into it every time, baited even as she's aware of it. It drives her insane. She hates it. She knows relatively little of G'raha's life, partially due to her own selfishness. It'll happen again the next time they talk. What a pain.]

The separation must be difficult. Who do you usually talk to now?