Khalida grumbles softly as her pen slips in surprise. She tilts her head with a confused frown. "What do you mean exactly?" Despite her confusion, her pale face begins to redden.
Sorcha looks at him, the color ebbing off of her face. She sighs. "You can stay, but I'm warning you, it's not going to be very pretty. So if you want to leave, I'm not going to stop you." She chews her lip and looks down, and she chuckles mirthlessly. "Not that I was very attractive, to begin with," she murmurs under her breath.