"Do you think that you can help her?"

It's a quiet, slow question. The kind that Redana is not, by nature, particularly good at. But she draws it out of herself anyway and sets the question right on the side of Gemini's lovely plate. Her mismatched eyes do not lift, for fear of making the question startle away and take to flight.

"Vesper, I mean. I've been thinking about ways to blunt her thoughts, racing all the time, but Bella says I can't just 'give her some of my brain.'" She actually sounds vaguely disappointed. "And being under your thrall streamlines thoughts, blunts them just that little bit, and it wouldn't be a long-term solution, but it might [i]help,[/i] right? Might give us time to figure out which plan to stop her super-smart brain from exploding into fire and delight actually will work."

She exudes Tension and Hope intermingled. She's somehow stumbled into handling one of Vesper's plans (though that by the grace of the gods, rather than her own skill), but she still doesn't know how her wife is handling the hunt for Vesper in the bowels of the ship. And at this point, she'd do anything, gamble anything, in order to fulfill Bella's dream of saving another of her sisters.

When she finally lifts her eyes, she is not begging. But her attention is as intensely on Gemini as it ever has been.