Hm. I expect there's wet blankets in every culture. [ She says this a little sourly, even when she's making a self-deprecating joke at herself. ]

I see...

[ She curls her fingers around the tankard, for lack of anything better to do with her hands, as Akizet tells her story. ]

I'm sorry. [ Such hollow words to say, in the face of what had been done. Celes supposes it'd be worse to point out that the obesk probably got off easy, and their subterranean country was literally beneath the empire's notice. ]

You don't miss your olta-- [ Stumbling on the pronounciation. ] --where you come from?