Diya is starting to collect herself more, moving slightly away from the sensitive spot in this conversation, though she still holds the letter tightly. Perhaps she should not have brought it with her. It would be far too conspicuous to try to slip it into her robes now.
"I didn't wish to assume," she murmurs, looking at Deanna with slightly more open curiosity than she generally permits herself. And for once, it isn't that uncomfortable ant-under-a-magnifying-glass kind of curiosity. It seems somehow more genuine. Almost personal. Almost. "Exceptions may be made for societal stigma. Special cases and the like. But I take it yours was not such -- nor your parents'?"
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Diya is starting to collect herself more, moving slightly away from the sensitive spot in this conversation, though she still holds the letter tightly. Perhaps she should not have brought it with her. It would be far too conspicuous to try to slip it into her robes now.
"I didn't wish to assume," she murmurs, looking at Deanna with slightly more open curiosity than she generally permits herself. And for once, it isn't that uncomfortable ant-under-a-magnifying-glass kind of curiosity. It seems somehow more genuine. Almost personal. Almost. "Exceptions may be made for societal stigma. Special cases and the like. But I take it yours was not such -- nor your parents'?"