Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150523213251/@comment-5543592-20150523235053

Scire was silent, and let Najiima have her peace. He wasn't particularly talkative anyway, and anything he needed to know about how she felt he could discern from her aura.

He ran the whetstone along his dagger, with a furrowed brow, as if he had remembered something troubling.