"He's not as terrible as you think, I understand that you mentioned he gives off an odd vibe, but when I spent time with him..." Iridessa began to say, but abruptly fell silent and took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular.
"When you were with him, what did you experience?" Indiana inquired, reclining on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest, restraining herself from rolling her eyes.
"It's hard to put into words, but he appeared kind and caring, of course. However, when I looked into his eyes, I sensed a profound sadness. I can't explain why," Iridessa replied, her mind drifting back to the moment he asked her if she wanted to confide in him about why she had thrown up. She hadn't let it show, but she had gazed into his eyes, contemplating whether or not to share her secret. That's when she noticed it, not just noticed, but felt it.
