Eira listened to her mentor with her usual blank expression on her face as she set up two cinder blocks on either side of her makeshift pit. She was almost annoyed at his warning, but ignored this since she knew he meant well. Weighing her words carefully, the pyro tugged two metal rods free from the wreckage and wiped them down with a dampened rag before laying them across the fire to sterilize. She stood for a moment to stretch her legs, sore from being crouched, before hunkering back down to continue her task.

[color=ed1c24]"Aran, I may not be able to experience emotions in a typical fashion, but I hope you understand that I have come to respect you.."[/color] Eira pokes at the fire with a thin stick, tossing it to the flames when it inevitably caught. [color=ed1c24]"I would never do anything to harm you or your family, in any physical or mental sense. That extends to Eira having relations with your brother-in-law."[/color] The woman avoids the mans gaze as she began to tap her thumb to each finger individually, her one and only real tell when she was concerned. She sighed lightly, figuring there was no better time to discuss her concerns than now. She busied herself with filleting the meat and laying it on the rods supported by concrete blocks as she spoke, not wishing to waste time by talking when she could be working.

[color=ed1c24]"Sir, ever since I've been training my psychometry, I believe I've been perceiving emotions unattached from anything around me, and I can only assume it's coming from Eira. Such as, when the newcomers looked at us with such discontent, but not you or Overreach, I was aware that something was giving off a sense of.. loneliness, I believe."[/color] Eira looks up from the raw meat, finally meeting her mentors eyes.[color=ed1c24] "Why does everyone treat us like we're a threat? Eira has done well to control herself, hasn't hurt an innocent since we found you."[/color] Eiras voice may have seemed more curious than anything to a bystander, but to someone who was familiar with her way of speaking, they would be able to hear an undertone of.. something akin to sadness. [color=ed1c24]"She's gotten much better at controlling herself, but still, no one will trust Eira. I don't understand it. I haven't even lied to these people, much less act with hostility towards them."[/color]