G’raha didn’t like to feel like Mina was just lying to him. He didn’t like to be distrustful towards her. But he had been watching her, idly at first that slowly grew in intensity, over the past several weeks, and she had been getting… worse? There wasn’t really any real way to word it. And he wasn’t an idiot! If she did eat, she always vanished within an hour after– and he wasn’t an idiot.
He didn’t take her lying personally, at the very least. It wasn’t personal. It was just– how she coped with things that were bad happening in her life. By not coping. By acting like she was perfectly fine when, in truth, she wasn’t. As much as she might have played down these feelings, G’raha could tell there was part of her that viewed herself as little more than just Hydaelyn’s weapon. A powerful one, but…
A soft sigh escaped him before the miqo’te frowned, lips pressed in a thin line as a hand rested against his hip. “What would you do if I was disappearing and kept acting like I was ill?”