[The name isn't remarkable to her- just one more foreign thing in a city that's full of them. She commits it to memory as useful knowledge, but makes no other mention of it. The silence also suits her just fine, so she certainly has no awkwardness about the gap in the conversation.
Where she does find awkwardness, however, is in his question. The first part is slightly frustrating- another reminder of the loss of her bending- but the second question-
Her mother, hidden behind the face of an ugly peasant, looks up at her with fear. 'I'm sorry,' she lies, 'that I didn't love you enough.' Her brother hides his contempt with a mask of false compassion as he chases her. 'I can help you. I want to help you.' Lies again. As always.
She grits her teeth and specifically looks ahead, hoping the dim lighting and indirect angle masks the cracks in her composure, but at least she can keep her voice under control.]
Oh, just dealing with dull family drama. I won't bore you with the details.
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Where she does find awkwardness, however, is in his question. The first part is slightly frustrating- another reminder of the loss of her bending- but the second question-
Her mother, hidden behind the face of an ugly peasant, looks up at her with fear. 'I'm sorry,' she lies, 'that I didn't love you enough.' Her brother hides his contempt with a mask of false compassion as he chases her. 'I can help you. I want to help you.' Lies again. As always.
She grits her teeth and specifically looks ahead, hoping the dim lighting and indirect angle masks the cracks in her composure, but at least she can keep her voice under control.]
Oh, just dealing with dull family drama. I won't bore you with the details.