[Now that Pyrrha thinks about it, this feeling... It's almost familiar. In a way, it reminds her of the slight anxiousness that she would always feel around Tira. But... that's different. Isn't it?]

[After all; who wouldn't feel anxious around her? Tira is... a rather intense individual. Though Pyrrha truly does appreciate the other woman's continued company, it's also a bit nerve-wracking when Tira's mood is constantly changing with every passing moment.]

[But is there another reason for that anxiousness..? Could it... could it possibly have something to do with....]

[-No- no... it can't. It can't be that. Ever since hearing that news, Pyrrha has been doing everything in her power to forget that she had ever been told such a devastating thing. That was a mistake. This is... something different. It has to be something different.]

[Pyrrha shakes her head, as if to clear it. She shouldn't be thinking about such horrible things. But as she briefly looks over to Nero's serious expression, Pyrrha has to wonder... if he feels it too. Her eyes briefly glance over at his bandaged arm. She stared at it for a long moment, before once again forcing herself to look away.]

[...This is all just... too much to be focusing on right now. As her mild anxiety slowly builds, Pyrrha silently eats her own food whilst thinking about a way to try and break this awful tension.]

[A pause.] So...

Do you... like it..?