( she supposes it'd been a foolish question— everyone that'd come to cadelle had left their home for one reason or another in order to mend something, take something else back; maybe he'd come for someone back. it's difficult to reason what's her place to intrude and what isn't, everyone's got their own triggers, their own personal means for being thrown to a city that, though she's hoping for the former, may or may not pay off. )

I understand that. I've traveled, but... more on missions business. Not with enough leisure to really enjoy it. ( those grins of his— lips in their natural purse before all of a sudden they're curving upward, and it's as if all of his features succumb to it. edge of eyes crinkling, nose lifting; she finds it subtly attempting to mirror itself against her own. she lets it.

she yearns to look at cadelle that way, a means of starting over, gaining back everything that'd been lost- all of those innocent lives, but instead she's greeted with a noose of pressure. responsibility. duty is in the name.

a lithe shrug, chewing at her lips and playing fingers together in her lap. )

Different. ( for a moment, it's the only response she finds, drawing lower brim inward with her tongue. ) I mean, everyone seems to be enjoying it. The parties, the bars... I guess it's just more difficult for me to see it as a vacation, you know? Like losing focus could be too detrimental. ( open and honest, a raw despairity to her words— but the last thing she wants is to put a damper on their night, so she quickly changes to a warmer tone. glance over at him with a countering smile of her own. )

Looks like I'm getting better at it, though. ( i mean, she's here, isn't she? )