[ She's relieved that the other doesn't press. If it was Reines, she might have, she thinks and it's never something Gray knows how to handle. Even as she assures her hood is at its lowest point and ducks her head, she can't help the slightest crevices of a relieved smile.]
Is it — [ A beat as she considered her words, slow in her measure behind Nero before adding:] Always so strange?
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Is it — [ A beat as she considered her words, slow in her measure behind Nero before adding:] Always so strange?