“ HMM. ” THE WARRIOR seems rather reserved, although there’s a certain air of mischievous playfulness that another Prothean would be able to pick up on with ease. “ How has my dearest been today? I’ve not seen you in a fortnight. You look well. ”

[ Puts a hand to Nalma’s face. ]

                                                          reaction — hugging them

     He never really specifies the what for.

 Looking grouchy is never particularly something out of characterfor Kazar, especially after any mission, after being out at alland made to socialize in the least, but it amazes him, sometimes,just how easily Nalmaya is able to tell. Whether happy or sad,Nalma always knows when he’s in a mood, whenever it’s just thatmuch more sour.

Kazar starts to protest when Nalmaya approaches him and suddenlywraps his arms around him, but falls silent, unsure of what to say asarms settle around his neck and clutch him just a little closer thanwhat they can manage. He wants to brood.

     “You do not always have to—” He begins, eyes narrowed and arms remainingstubbornly at his sides, though his bitter hiss, borderline insult dies down into asomewhat defeated sigh. No, he doesn’t always have to feel obligated to comfort him. But he will. Nalmaya isNalmaya, after all. So much nicer than himself.

Silently, he wraps his arms around Nalma in turn, pausing for a second before hiding his faceagainst his neck, hands clutching at his lower back.

     A noise escapes his syrinx in what sounds like a low hiss-- albeit an affectionate one.             At least.. to them anyway.