[Seviilia's ear flicks, eyes shut. She remembers Pidge, for however long it had been since they'd interacted, but she doesn't make an effort to greet her. Truthfully, she's there to (fruitlessly) relax, not to contemplate interpersonal relationships.]
I require no such thing.
[Eventually, her eyes slide open to stare at the opposite end of the pool. Nothing would ever calm her as it calmed others, but -- perhaps surprisingly, the presence of another beating heart gives her something to focus on. Something other than the empty buzzing where The Darkling should have been.
The discomfort isn't the same sort of sustenance she prefers, but its something.]
no subject
I require no such thing.
[Eventually, her eyes slide open to stare at the opposite end of the pool. Nothing would ever calm her as it calmed others, but -- perhaps surprisingly, the presence of another beating heart gives her something to focus on. Something other than the empty buzzing where The Darkling should have been.
The discomfort isn't the same sort of sustenance she prefers, but its something.]