Her attention remained on the painting and she went to take another scoop from her stew, missing entirely as she plummeted the spoon into her lap. The girl frowned and tried again, seeming suspicious that she would miss her own bowl. Morgan spoke of walls and though she understood his analogy, it still pained her as to what a wall would elicit when speaking about Emryc. Perhaps next time she should just pull him through her own walls if she were that strong to throw him. She closed her eyes tightly, thinking she saw her food sway before centering in her vision again.
Morgan's voice did well to keep her focused as best as she could, it did help his tone was soothing and she attributed to the calm he exhibited despite her wine-drunk clumsiness. She glanced at her wine glass, debating if she should pick it up before her gaze returned to him as he disagreed with the idea that attachment is weakness. Tiamat felt her curiousness pique, her eyes focused, her brow furrowed, and she remained in stillness as he explained his position.
When he turned to look at her and continued, Tiamat smiled, her cheeks glowed bright red, realizing she never viewed it in that perspective. "That sounds reasonable to me. I will be stronger." she agreed, making the promise to herself, "You always have the best ideas." She broke from his golden gaze to look at her bowl, then back to her wine glass, before returning back to Morgan, taking him in for a moment before finding her smile again.
A wash of calm ran through her; she was uncertain if it were from the wine or from the relief of Morgan's wisdom, but she felt more at ease about overcoming her mistakes. "Guys are still silly complicated." she humored as she worked to set the bowl in her lap before reaching over for her wine glass.
@Mr. Teatime