#gallaria

{Affection Meme }

The reassuring touch that was meant by the resting of Gallaria’s hand drew the Courier’s gaze, briefly puzzled by what was meant. They shared a unifying fondness for whiskey, and a few points of stories beyond that, aspects of life any confessor exchanged a taste of amber for. It did not bind the woman’s soul to her side exactly, and so the promise meant by the touch fell mostly empty on Safrona. People came, and people went, and the Courier never expected too much from it all.

Still, the Void elf played up the practiced nature of her smile and played along. To have one of the Sin’dorei still reach for her during such tense times in Azeroth in such a way was uplifting. “No worries, lovely girl,” she murmured gently, dismissively, turning attention back to the flow of business.

3. Who do you miss the most?“Lucille, I haven’t been around her a lot lately. My poor cat needs more attention so she wont claw my legs when I walk in the house.”

1. What do they smell like?Sugar cookies or a faint amount of cologne.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?Caviar. It’s gross.

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?Cold, he runs hot so he likes the snow and fall is his favorite.

34. Least favorite food?Fish.

“When they’re given room to grow, ” the Courier answered quietly, speaking with a nearly hesitant experience. “An afflicted mind’s a breeding ground for any sort of fright, day or night.”

Safrona tried a smile, trying to dismiss the question under a hardened curve of lips. “Unless something’s plaguing you, maybe we can digest less brooding conversation, lovely girl?”

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@quelloras

“….perhaps toooo much information, Ms. Quel’loras,” Safrona replied with an odd chuckle. “Don’t let a succubus get a hold of you, that’s all I can say.”