Dextera shakes his head. Curiosity doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

Others might be more cautious with their words, when speaking to a mere acquaintance. Propriety would teach most not to spill their heart, but the atmosphere has maybe loosened them all, and Dextera is already prone to sharing his pain in the first place.

“I’m… lonely,” he answers. “I don’t have anyone else. I don’t have anyone at all.”