[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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building 2 (mess hall)[/centre]

Niesha stared at the water she held in her hand, refusing to look anywhere else as she heard Sophia's approach. She didn't know what to do, what to say. She risked a glance up when Sophia spoke, but wasn't too sure what she saw there. She swallowed, shifting nervously. [i]she's just trying to blow it off...[/i] she thought at Sophia's first sentance. [i]thats all. She doesn't...how could she like me? its my fault she got bit...[/i] People could tell Niesha that it wasn't her fault until the cows came home, but that wouldn't convince her it wasn't. 

She poured the water into a jar, putting the bottle aside, she reached for the herb she was going to crush, unsure of how to tell Sophia what to do. Most of what needed to be done needed two hands. She bit her lip, wanting to be alone so she could wallow in her own misery while she worked. [i]Kristina is wrong. Sometimes its better not to know[/i]. She glanced over to Sophia, as she started to speak again. 

Niesha stood very still, staring at Sopjhia wide eyed, like a deer in the headlights. She set down, carefully, what she had picked up, before looking back to Sophia. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do right then. She had never been in such a situation. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. [color=fff200]"Really?"[/color] She asked, her voice soft. Almost...hopeful. Niesha had never been on this side of a relationship. She had been the one, last time, telling her partner that she liked them...and even that had been hard for her to say. 

She hesitated, taking a step towards Sophia, but stopped, fearfully.