Reach for the Stars, Part Twelve

"Quite the interesting device," Erin said, leaning over Neve's shoulder and tapping her computer. "So, that woman disappeared? Can she still see you?" 

"No, not anymore." 

"Ah..." Erin's crimson irises left the machine and landed on Neve. The healer was still not terribly good at reading her emotions, but she could sense there were many things Erin wanted to say, or perhaps ask about, that she wasn't sure how to communicate. "You mentioned you're bad at handling attention. Is that true?" 

"Yeah," Neve nodded, leaning back a little. 

"Well, I take it this has been a consistent problem over the course of your life given that you carry such a face." 

Neve's lips remained parted but no words emerged. The lamia gave her a proud and victorious smile. Neve could almost see her repressing the desire to pat herself on the back for that one. 

Neve looked away quickly. Unable to handle the pressure those eyes were applying on her.