His casual way of talking about something so important didn't sit well with her.
Her grip moved from his wrist to his collar, dragging him closer.
"Faster?" She repeated, voice low and trembling with something far more dangerous than anger," You said it was stable, this didn't happen in the ship."
"It was, this is the first incident. "
"Then why... "
"I miscalculated the severity, my body is adapting to the suppressants," he said without the usual fear or pain you would expect from someone going through what he was.
Her eyes searched his face, as if looking for something or just anything that could contradict what she was seeing.
A sign of weakness, fear, or even just pain but he was giving her none of that.
Only the same calm expression looked down at her, the same unbearable composure she had always found endearing at times, but at the moment, she just wanted anything.
"Would you have told me?" She asked.
Atheline nodded immediately.
