Adrasteia is not built for what-ifs, herself. She's spent the last decade setting them aside in favor of living in the moment, and she isn't inclined to change that now, especially seeing as how becoming a Warden is what garnered her that skill in the first place.
She doesn't want to focus on what could have happened. She doesn't think she'd ever be able to stop once she got started.
He refocuses on the food between them and she, for her part, finishes the coffee in her teacup instead of staring at him further. When Ellis speaks again Adrasteia looks up and smiles.
"Oh." She chuckles a little. "I'm sure you're right, but." A shrug. "I've wanted to be friends a while." She doesn't find his face, or anything about Ellis, questionable; she'd protest if she knew he thought of himself as such.
there is no judgement here, especially over pace 💖
She doesn't want to focus on what could have happened. She doesn't think she'd ever be able to stop once she got started.
He refocuses on the food between them and she, for her part, finishes the coffee in her teacup instead of staring at him further. When Ellis speaks again Adrasteia looks up and smiles.
"Oh." She chuckles a little. "I'm sure you're right, but." A shrug. "I've wanted to be friends a while." She doesn't find his face, or anything about Ellis, questionable; she'd protest if she knew he thought of himself as such.