Whatever she had expected from Saith, the reaction he gave her wasn't that. There was no laughing it off or flirtatious remarks, anything that she had seen from the drow so far. No, instead, he looked as if she had slapped him, hard, and distinguished all amusement and perhaps even self-esteem. As much as his words had stung, even truly hurt her, making her recoil inwardly, she hadn't meant to hurt him. At least not to the point he looked like this...

He stood up suddenly, gathering his bags, and spoke, hurriedly. His words left her mouth hanging open slightly and sharp jab in her heart. Was what he said not what why his words had hurt so badly? Saith had painted her as someone who was increasingly hard to get along with in the long run, someone who needed to be really worked for, and who would see her worth it, who would want to do all that when it was so easy to get together with someone for one night or month? Her throat seemed to close up at the thought and realization just how personal and familiar the hurt she had inflicted on him was.

Standing up, she called out to him: "Saith, wait! I..." He was already gone, though, and the woman slumped, rather unlady like, back in her chair. She was too proud to run after him and what on earth would she tell him anyway? That someone would love him, that her romantic side didn't allow different thought? But Sun knew how many died unhappy and unloved, so why the two of them would be any different. Staring dully at the pile of documents, she couldn't focus on them.

In that moment, her phone blipped and elf quickly fetched it out of her bag. It was notification or private chat message on Zillatron. Screw work, for just once in her life. She needed distraction and by the sound of it, Scythe needed it as well. Cleaning her table quickly, she opened the forum on her laptop and began mission 'cheering up Scythe'. The man had went from her best frenemy to best friend online. They had bonded via dislikes for stupid cliches in books and movies, even role played together, intent on writing better book than professional writers did, and at least once a week they got together to play in their favorite MMO. They knew nothing of each other than their voice, mostly because she insisted on it being so, but she felt closer to him than basically anyone she knew at University.

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Silvana was deeply occupied with petting the beautiful horse and talking gently to her in language that most definitely was not Basic, but the animal seemed to either be soothed by her voice or understand it perfectly well, neighing softly few times as if in response. At first, she seemed to ignore the voice and its owner who was approaching, but finally turned around, her hand still on Ruine's neck. The horse was excited to see her rider, but nearly unwilling to part from strange visitor.

The woman's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. "So you are her rider," she said in dry tone, with hint of disappointment, as if she had expected someone else. Her gaze was straightforward, even piercing, as if the strange girl was trying to read into his thoughts, his very essence. Apparently, where she came from, staring like this wasn't considered rude or she just didn't give a flying apple for what was polite and what was not.

"The man in stables did not tell me that and she was getting lonely, so...," the woman shrugged slightly, petting horse's head one more time. "I will get going then, wouldn't want to get her disqualified, she's been looking forward to this." With one finger, she commanded the broom to get up from leaning against fence and moved towards doors. "Good luck," she threw over her shoulder, her gaze still quite piercing.