Asking the deflated girl to see reason or telling her not be so brittle or to hold on just a little longer seemed to have no effect whatsoever. Her facial expressions remained passive and emotionless regardless of the cajoling. She didn't see why their words should matter. Why should they care if she was responsive or not?
The fact Zulan caught her on her way down though, that did stir a flicker of life through the ashes of Reneé's shattered self-esteem. She glanced sidelong up at him out of the corner of her amber eyes as he calmly asked his questions and she puzzled silently over the fact he'd bothered with the effort as his words roused her otherwise languishing attention span and re-oriented it back where it belonged: On Irina and the gang.
Slowly her brain reconstructed the scene happening around her and this time she just watched passively, confused but curious. She didn't really understand why Gailene's sister wanted any of them as allies - but that was assuredly what was being alluded to. Equally apparent was that Charlie seemed to be happy enough to at least talk terms.
It was a political dance, and theoretically something Reneé understood intrinsically as Nye nobility. She just couldn't be bothered to give a crap one way or the other to voice an opinion of her own. She was just trash lying around now anyway, right?
Maybe it was like that one saying... One man's trash could be another man's treasure.
She pulled herself from Zulan and crossed her arms around herself but made no further movements toward trying to fall on the floor again. Somewhere in the ennui a small light of interest, hope and curiosity had been lit. Time would tell if it would catch and burn in earnest or not.
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