[Aurelia accepts the thanks with a nod of her head, and dismisses them with a shrug. There’s little to thank her for, in her opinion, but manners must is a principle she learned just as early as Texas did.]

You were suffering, even when I couldn’t strike you. It’s the least I can do, as thanks for giving me a spar worth my time.

[Aurelia’s deadpan stare sends paparazzi flying just as quickly as Texas’s own, having had to discipline them once already… few are willing to risk rousing her wrath again. So it’s a quiet and empty space around them as she follows Texas towards the trailer, curiosity and loneliness chewing at her sense of manners until she finally cracks and voices the question lingering in her mind.]

Is there something you’d like to get off your mind?

[An offer to listen, and not to judge. ]