"So, off memory, I blurted out that I was heading to take a bath… and I offered for her to join me. I expected her to reject it or walk away, but she actually said yes. She even let me braid her hair. But now she's saying we're not close."
Zarah blinked slowly, unfazed."How does what happened make us close?"
Talia gasped like she'd been stabbed.
"She's right," I said with a shrug. "It doesn't make you close."
"Of course you'd say that." Talia responded and made a up and down gesture with her fingers as she added: "She your beloved."
"It's true," I replied simply.
"But we spoke a lot," Talia insisted, throwing her hands up slightly.
"You spoke a lot," Zarah corrected, her tone flat, almost bored.
Talia clutched her chest dramatically, stunned, like Zarah's emotional indifference had personally wounded her.
She let out a long, defeated sigh.
"Seriously…"
But then Zarah expression softened, and she added quietly,
