*doesn't move a muscle but to wince when you start poking at her (sometimes she almost forgets you're a Valië but oh, now she's scared)*
*as calmly as possible (she thinks she's seen this approach work on TV before?), despite the way her heart's hammering in her chest* Okay, Vána. I'm going home? now but I hope that all works out for you.
*can't quite stop her mind from grasping about for answers, or from focusing too closely when the answer comes*