She looked up at him with a sympathetic gaze. Yes. A blind person could have spotted it. She paused but the pencil still hovered. There was more to come. Zu wondered how she could help him. She was a child. There was not much she could do. She heard talking about a fight and a threat. Fear was all she had known for the past years. She did not want anyone to feel the same way.
Tell me about it. I cannot help you fight but I am a good listener.