[What an alarmingly accurate turn of phrase (if only Nami knew), enough for a faint wince to cross Riza's face. She's quick to smooth it out into a smile as she follows Nami into the room and towards the bed, hand lifting and sweeping out in a reassuring motion.]
I'm fine, really. I was about to go crazy in that room.
[She's spent more than enough time alone as a child not to fear boredom, but one can only take so many hours of being stuck in a small room without company or good books before wanting to punch open the window in restless energy. Hence, her presence here. There's a point she wants to make eventually, and apologies she needs to make, but those can wait a few minutes as she gauges Nami's mood.]
I hope you've been well lately.
[Apparently, not even death's enough to strip her of her priorities: namely, the well-being of her friends over her own self.]
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I'm fine, really. I was about to go crazy in that room.
[She's spent more than enough time alone as a child not to fear boredom, but one can only take so many hours of being stuck in a small room without company or good books before wanting to punch open the window in restless energy. Hence, her presence here. There's a point she wants to make eventually, and apologies she needs to make, but those can wait a few minutes as she gauges Nami's mood.]
I hope you've been well lately.
[Apparently, not even death's enough to strip her of her priorities: namely, the well-being of her friends over her own self.]