It's a good job that Aragibal didn't try to touch Atha, her reaction would not have been passive in the slightest. Atha would have punctured the vulnerable atmosphere with a burst of anger. But her white-knuckle grip of the chair arms loosen and it almost looks like a trick of the light but her cheeks have regained some of their colour even if the hollow look in her eyes hasn't abated.

"...Thanks Ara..." Atha tilts her head back, the beads in her hair clinking as she stares at the ceiling unable to bring herself to look at the man playing witness to this moment of weakness, "'M glad I got out of Ala Mhigo. I don't ever want to go back, the place is rotten to the bloody core, everything out here is so much better."