Qat let her to the ground slowly after sensing the intent underneath the loud feeling. The decision to 'distance' that was being pummeled by the storm inside. The Goltbred heiress still seemed incredibly reluctant to part and take a step back from the Yecine, but ultimately did so after a struggle.
"I do expect so much. So very, very much. I'm just really sure you surpass all those calculations. By a wide margin of error."
"Is flattering me helping?"
"Perhaps not me, but if it makes you feel better about leaving me here like this…"
The girl stared at the ground, trying not to make it harder for herself - or for Qatrand.
"You must know I never feel better about it. Even when you aren't so overtly troubled."
"Now who isn't helping?"
"Who needs help, dear?"
