As I sensed Charybdis's discomfort ripple through the room, I moved toward her. She was never at ease in gatherings, especially with strangers. People made her uneasy; only a few exceptions—Scylla, Medea, and I—had ever managed to gain her trust, after a long time of fight and blood shedding....
Even though she'd spent time with the Trojans, she couldn't seem to find a natural ease with them, nothing like the familiarity she shared with us.
"Let's talk," I murmured softly as I neared her.
