[ Mordred doesn't spend a huge amount of time in their shared space — she's too restless, the type to go out looking for a fight with whatever (or whoever) will give her one. Even so, it's impossible not to fall into a sort of easy comradeship with Maya when she does show up to eat, or sleep, or poke at something on the network. She reminds Mordred of Gareth, all sunshine and positivity... and, like with Gareth, she never really notices how much of a difference that makes until it's gone.
She's not the most sensitive of souls, with or without her usual resentment, but she's not heartless, either. After a while of things seeming off, she finally speaks up the next time they're both home, arms crossed over her chest and an expression that says she's not leaving without an answer. ]
Hey. What's wrong with you? [ Subtle. But there's faint concern in her voice, even if she'd deny it. ] You've barely smiled in days. It's weird.
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She's not the most sensitive of souls, with or without her usual resentment, but she's not heartless, either. After a while of things seeming off, she finally speaks up the next time they're both home, arms crossed over her chest and an expression that says she's not leaving without an answer. ]
Hey. What's wrong with you? [ Subtle. But there's faint concern in her voice, even if she'd deny it. ] You've barely smiled in days. It's weird.