Sable listens carefully to Skwisgaar. She's used to listening to accents and has very little trouble with this one.
"I know about depression. I've taken care of my father when he gets like that. I know Cass does, too. I knew a lot of people back home..." She pulls one knee up and wraps her arms around it. "I used to be really good at dealing with people like that. It's... different, when it's people I love this much." She scratches her hair nervously. "You really want me to fight with him? Fighting with him is what we were doing when he ran off in the first place. I don't want to hurt him, s--" She bites her lip. "What do I call you, anyway?"