Dynaviir looked at her. His eyes were wider, and he stared at her, but gently. He could tell she wasn't lying, but it wasn't what he had expected her to say. A great sense of pity and sorrow filled him, and he eased up, as if now beginning to understand her.
He looked at her, feeling a strange sense of responsibility. "Oh... I'm...I'm sorry, Niniel... Please, forgive me, I... I had no idea..."
He looked away, leaning over the bar, trying to hide himself. It all made sense to him now, but he felt strangely awkward and ashamed. Had she not told him this, he would have thought her lucky to be without a memory of her father... But this was different...
"I'm sorry, Niniel..." he repeated, "I did not wish for you feel uncomfortable..."
He wish he knew what else to say. He looked down at the bar. He didn't want to end their conversation over his own selfish persistance.
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