[Saralegui glances up just briefly, a flash of eye contact before he snorts and drops his gaze again to Tzilan's fingers.]
I'm still miserable. No one wants to hear about that.
[At least he feels somewhat productive, figuring out the little dragon he's been saddled with. At least he feels less terrifyingly alone, focused on this creature that seems to adore him despite everything.]
no subject
I'm still miserable. No one wants to hear about that.
[At least he feels somewhat productive, figuring out the little dragon he's been saddled with. At least he feels less terrifyingly alone, focused on this creature that seems to adore him despite everything.]