[b]Cathak Agata[/b]

The intensity of your gaze brooks no secrets, and yes - Kalaya might be no more than a mouse before the viper - but this mouse doesn't shy away. This mouse keeps her eyes open.

Tell me, Cathak, what do you see as you are staring into the depths of this Knight? You see the fingerprint of the fey on perception, you know Kalaya isn't lying about that - but what [i]else [/i]do you find?

Because this moment goes both ways, and Kalaya is looking back.

[Roll to Figure out a Person: 5 + 3 - 1: [b]7[/b] - Asking: "What are your feelings towards the Flower Kingdoms?" and "How can I get you to leave the Kingdoms alone?" - Cathak can ask one in return.]

When the gaze is broken - Kalaya's forehead beads with sweat. She rests back against the chair too, a more restrained (literally) mirror to your lounge.

"Yippie." she deadpans, in response to your declaration. "I'm feeling very saved already."

She doesn't even bother rattling the clasps to make her point.

--=====--

It's the touch on her arm that brings her awareness back to the wider room around them. Soothing and smelling of citrus.

Kalaya's eyes flick to the mask, ready to dismiss the other woman's efforts - but then she catches her eyes. That emotion in them. That sympathy. They're not the eyes of a soldier just doing their job. 

[i]She actually cares.[/i]

Kalaya's gaze locks with the medic's just for a moment, before she glances down and away. Her head tilts in acceptance, a thanks. As much of a bow that she can do right now.

It's nice to know there's someone else out there.

[Clearing Angry]