[ Trahearne is much too curious, much too willing to give another the benefit of the doubt to be hostile in his prying stare. Even if it can be a bit overbearing at times, rarely does he ever mean ill by it.

Another sip, and Trahearne realizes how close he is to the bottom of his cup. Does he feel any more awake? It's hard to tell. The sun coming in through the window and hitting his skin seems to help a bit, but not by much.

To pace himself, he sets his cup down. Maybe it just needs a second to kick in. ]

I do. And count the coffee as part of my apology as well. I sincerely hope what you have seen does not linger in your thoughts.

[ Even if his home is much worse. He'd hate the thought of people thinking about the horrors of Orr because of him.

There's a pause, gaze lingering on Adelis before he speaks up again. ]

And I hope your burns have been doing better.