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"Ah, yes. Thank you. It was the only possession I had, aside from the clothes on my back, on the day I 'woke up'.... I think... I think it was my mother's." Saoirse replied as she set down her plate and leaned against the frame of the fireplace. Her hand lightly grazed her neck until her hand found the pendant. She noticed Dorian offer her a drink. "No, thank you. I have found that I can't tolerant alcohol." Her voice was polite and remained gentle.

Another long period of silence. "Do you... Still love your wife? Do you... miss her?" Saoirse finally said. She then paused realizing she may have struck on a sensitive subject. "Sorry... You don't have to talk about it. I'm pretty dumb and insensitive, aren't I?" She laughed nervously then smiled weakly, her gaze never leaving the fire. In all honesty, she didn't want to talk about it either, as she found the topic painful to bring up, and hoped that he would ignore her questions.