.....MMm.

[The sound is soft and affirmative. Understanding, though conflicted. Part of her had wanted to tell the tale to get him to understand that she was as broken as he was, in her own way. That she had a better understanding of what he had gone through because she'd had her own trials and tribulations. Ones that nearly killed her.

And maybe some part of her wanted sympathy over what had happened, ignoring the fact that they were Turks. This was their job and the risk involved was accepted and under stood by all. But the sympathy wasn't deserved, not when it had been because of her own failure that the course of events had played out the way they had.]

....Tch...Listen to me. Going on about something that can't be changed. [His face in her neck earns a little affectionate nuzzle in return, a hand lifting from her knees to press slightly against the exposed cheek. This was supposed to be their time before the word of the Tower barged in. Reminded them of where they were.] I've been told you've been rather busy while I was gone....