Daine frowns. Maybe she shouldn't have asked, though she's still not convinced she did anything wrong, exactly. He can't bring up being kidnapped and expect folk to just shrug it off, no matter how lightly he treats it. Granted, it's not as if she likes to talk about Carthak, but that's exactly why she doesn't bring it up.
"I don't mean to pry," she says first. If he really wants to just drop it, that's his choice. But he does offer some explanation, even if it's sort of over her head.
"We don't have vampires back home," she says, though she's heard a little about them since she arrived. Apparently Darrow has more than a few. "Most immortals have been shut out of the mortal realm for so long that it's hard to say what they really think of two-leggers." It's not always complimentary, but few immortals have the intelligence to truly meddle in human affairs, anyway. Stormwings might, but she can't think of what they'd try to do except make more wars, and humans don't need help on that front.
She reaches out a bit uncertainly to lay a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, though. I was kidnapped, once, and it was fair miserable." She knows she's opening herself up for follow-up questions, but she sort of feels like she ought to. And she can talk about being shut away without having to talk about everything that followed.
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Date: 2017-04-23 11:30 pm (UTC)From:"I don't mean to pry," she says first. If he really wants to just drop it, that's his choice. But he does offer some explanation, even if it's sort of over her head.
"We don't have vampires back home," she says, though she's heard a little about them since she arrived. Apparently Darrow has more than a few. "Most immortals have been shut out of the mortal realm for so long that it's hard to say what they really think of two-leggers." It's not always complimentary, but few immortals have the intelligence to truly meddle in human affairs, anyway. Stormwings might, but she can't think of what they'd try to do except make more wars, and humans don't need help on that front.
She reaches out a bit uncertainly to lay a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, though. I was kidnapped, once, and it was fair miserable." She knows she's opening herself up for follow-up questions, but she sort of feels like she ought to. And she can talk about being shut away without having to talk about everything that followed.