me belatedly... but also i think we can wrap this. i cry for them

[ Centuries of getting comfortable in emotion still did not stop the small way her heart fluttered at attention - or perhaps at getting Azem's attention in such a way. As if some tender part of her would never be used to it and if she had a guess - it wouldn't. Her character had been built by trauma that couldn't really be spoken. ]

[ But Azem makes it easy... and confusing. Her smile light as she rolls her eyes and huffs out a breath in turn. ]

[ Her answer not over-eager, but honest as she answers: ]

I do not think there's a wonder that would not suit you.

[ Because Azem herself is the wonder. ]