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Vela rolled her eyes. He was meddling in things not of his business or understanding. Then again, it would seem that she was, too. Realizing this, she did not take the conversation any further. It had already made both involved some amount uncomfortable. Mentally shrugging, she stood, and walked to a couch, where she sat down and stretched her legs out straight next to her.

Vela watched him leave with her eyes, head even following him around the corner. Sitting back again, she let her hands fall to her lap, and she watched the now empty room with an unfocused gaze. She had enjoyed talking to him, really, but everyone had their own agenda.

It rained softly outside and Trina was seated at one of the tables facing the window, head resting comfortably on her hand, dark eyes closed. She had drifted off by accident while watching the window, and slept rather peacefully to the lovely music the rain made in the quiet interior of the bar. The hem of her cloak was damp, suggesting Trina had been outside earlier, perhaps when the rain had started. The only object on the table was a glass of water, half full and rippling. Were one to notice, they would see that the water rippled in tune with Trina's rhythmic, quiet breathing.((Huh...okay...not creative...sorry.)

“Sytria...” Trina mumbled in her own language, dark eyes fluttering open, Trina then sitting up with a start. "River?" She said aloud, blinking around at the bar. She must have fallen asleep...odd...or maybe she hadn't woken up yet? Trina blinked once. No, she was awake. "Are you alright?" She asked the woman, glad to see her, not sure when the last time had been. The familer 'ping' started to sound in the sink, drying River's clothes slowly as water left them.

"Of course River. Whatever you need." Trina said, offering a smile as she followed after her. "Kaden had been looking for you last I knew..." Trina told the woman, not entirely sure when that had been. Curse her need to sleep. She glanced at the stairs as well, but did not ask what River was looking for, or expecting. It didn't matter. She was just glad to assist.

Trina blinked. Did that include her? Had she done something to anger River? Oh dear... "Desert? One of those...sand things?" Trina asked, hoping River was happy there at least. "Did something happen here to make you wish to move? Or..." Trina asked softly, not demanding an answer, just mildly concerned. "Did you just wish to?" She finished. She was glad to hear that River had gotten Kaden, she thought they were a good thing for each other. Trina followed River into the room, attention immediately drawn to the mirror. ((*Hopes this is same mirror*)) Trina was not reflected in it, as if she and her clothing were not there next to River. It was water...sort of... Trina blinked, looking to River for instruction.

"I wouldn't breathe a word River...if that is what you wish." Trina said firmly, turning off the light. She shut the door silently behind herself, listening to River's words. "You don't have to...we're equals, you don't have to tell me anything unless you want to. But I am curious, and I certainly will visit you. Maara...is not so good at keeping secrets. But I'll see." She said everything seriously and sincerely, dark eyes watching River's movements, in case the woman would need help carrying the mirror.

Trina didn't look disapproving or anything. She was not judgemental. "Of course...you must do what makes you happy River." She said softly, nodding. And she understood when River spoke of being unable to live with the past. Trina managed because she'd been broken, and half the time she was lost anyway. Nothing mattered most days. Still, she brooded more than she would ever let on, to anyone. The hate...hate she did not understand. Suppose there were many different kinds, just like love. For the briefest of moments, Trina thinks of Sachin, and shivers. His was a hatred she could do without remembering...if only she could be so lucky.

"I have often thought of leaving the muffin. I do not belong here.” Trina said softly, stating a fact. “But I am not strong like you, River. It is the only place I have ever been happy…I am afraid to leave it.” She smiled faintly. “Then again…I am afraid of many things…and people…” Trina shrugged slightly. “stir confusion, not hatred for me.”