11-03-2015, 04:52 AM
Selina sits on the same log, but gives Betimi her space. She settles into an upright position, hands folded in her lap, back straight and tilts her head slightly towards Betimi. She still does not speak, wondering what Betimi could be thinking. Selina was not, strictly speaking, the most sociable person. Certainly she was lovely, despite some of her genes... But that was it: her genetic makeup had made her so self-conscious that she feared outside contact. None of this passes through her head as she does not actually realize it, so she simply sits there, staring at the fire with her slitted, amber eyes and just works hard on 'being there' for her companion.
