Dragongal
Miss Medic
Adira was trying to think of something to preoccupy her mind with, so she could shove the darker thoughts away. If she didn't think about it, maybe it wouldn't hurt. That didn't seem to be helping, though. Saami's words had started her thinking, and the worst part was that he had a point. In their line of work, it wasn't easy to get close to people, since the next day either person could die. And of course, that had gotten her thinking about the bombing, which got her to thinking about the loss of life, which got her thinking about her friends, and it had all spiraled a bit. Much like the others among her crew, she hadn't fully mentally recovered from the bombing, and deep down she questioned if she ever would. Never in her life ad she felt this way for more than what? A week at most? And that had been her best friend. Right now, though, she was just tired... and thinking about anything she could other than what had happened and the results, which included Saami's behavior change. So, yes, her heart hurt, but she wasn't sobbing, or making any noise, in fact her expression was completely blank as she stared out the main window and tears traced down her cheeks. It was strange and heartbreaking, she didn't even look sad, just... tired. She was clearly finding ways to delay the pain from fully hitting her by not acknowledging what was honestly wrong, or even her own reaction, and instead was thinking over other things while she was internally torn up in the background.