"Are you alright?"
Caribbean blues closed as the Navigator let out a breath. She hadn't expected that someone recognizing her emotions without her saying them out loud would ever feel 'bad'. But it did… because it highlighted that Evander might never be able to do the same thing for her.
'I know it's not right to expect him to read my mind, but…'
She knew that just talking once was never going to solve everything immediately. That it would, at best, be the step in the right direction. A step toward what she had feared was a cliff for too long.
"I'm just... done pretending things are fine when they're not."
"Good."
The other woman's fingers still lingered against her side as she stood up and clapped a hand on Naia's shoulder.
"Sometimes life sucks and we can't talk about it easily, yeah?"
"Yeah…"