"I see." Corosa felt an itch, and gently disengaged his arm to scratch at the back of his head.

He continued further without saying anything, lost in his own thoughts. Wondering. Trying his hardest to see Simmaeri as... whatever she really was. Not human. But Corosa tended to get mired in his ways, stuck, and he found it hard to think of her any differently from before. Perhaps that was a good thing.

"Was it worth it?" he asked, after a little while. "Or do you want to go back to the way you were before?"