The diner's synthesized comfort food sat half-eaten on her plate. Naia mulled over what she just felt from Poros. It wasn't like she'd never felt him exasperated with her responses. But-
"That's good. Being more direct worked with Theia, after all. Even if it's just to argue back, she still responded to you."
His words struck a chord, but as usual it was one that rang out a little dissonantly in her heart. The push to confront Evander was logical - after all, she expressed some unhappiness to her friend about the situation. Yet, it had always felt to her like things were better left unsaid… unverified.
'No, things aren't better. If anything they're growing worse than before. Because now I'm tired of pretending they're fine. At this rate, even if I try to say something I might say more than I mean.'