Loyal Traitor
Saahar, the clear third wheel of the conversation, traded glances between Valery and Kahlil as the two seemed absorbed with the other. She'd never really seen people care for each other so openly. It felt taboo, but also... slightly heartwarming?
The girl made no comment, her thoughts on the matter quickly forgotten as they turned to corner to the Panthac's confinements. Her brows raised in mild shock, but other than that her reaction seemed subdued. This was the kind of gruesome manipulation she'd come to expect from the Sith.
Without much thought she placed a hand on the glass, a frown carving her lips. "Can it see us? Or is the glass reflective?"
			
 
		 Valery Noble
 
			
 
		 Kahlil Noble
			
			The girl made no comment, her thoughts on the matter quickly forgotten as they turned to corner to the Panthac's confinements. Her brows raised in mild shock, but other than that her reaction seemed subdued. This was the kind of gruesome manipulation she'd come to expect from the Sith.
Without much thought she placed a hand on the glass, a frown carving her lips. "Can it see us? Or is the glass reflective?"