[Her smile fades and her stomach twists into knots when she notices his reaction. She wonders if should offer some words of comfort or a supportive gesture. She's never known anyone who lost a parent back home and no words come. She suspects she might even make him feel worse if she lets him know that she sees his pain. The men she knows, especially her father, never want to be seen as fragile. So she does her best to ignore it, telling herself that it's only the suns in his eyes.]
I'm Abigail. And you are?
[Other than calling himself a King, she doesn't think she caught his name either.]
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I'm Abigail. And you are?
[Other than calling himself a King, she doesn't think she caught his name either.]