Similar mint eyes sat together on the opposite side of blue and brown on the way back to the tourist town. It was an awkward compromise, and Elua felt no qualms about taking the short-end of it. Losing her place next to her most important person for only 'a while' as she tried to come to terms was not the *best* result, but not the worst. She could tell especially that her 'fortress' felt guilty rather than disgusted.
That was good, she thought.
Her own acknowledgment of sins committed was at least more robust at dealing with this sort of thing. So if she needed time - and one of them had to sit next to Yatel because of it - the daughter of the Goltbreds was willing.
That estimation of her willingness fled, alongside her painstakingly reinstated facade, when the graceful woman casually brushed aside strands of brunette hair and spoke.
"You've seemed pretty emotional lately, dear. I'm sorry that I didn't plan this at a better time for you."
