[It is hard for her to trust what she sees there. She's looking for how her stable master would look at her, how the humans of her world would look at her. She still is. She doesn't know how she's supposed to not to.]

Half of this faction... treats me no better than an enemy.

[She knows it's an exaggeration, but she doesn't care. It's how she feels, when she walks among the shard-bearers. When she opens her mouth to join their discussions.]

And you want me to trust you... because we are Meridian together?

[Hers isn't a statement. It's a genuine question.

As he looks away, he'll hear the slow, painstaking sound of clothing rustling. She despises using magic, even to "pull" her shard from her body.]