[Allura's smile softens sympathetically, and she watches Diva for a moment before she moves to sit down, situating herself on a cushion on the floor next to the table.]
I'm sorry.
[Lance had mentioned that Diva was dismayed because so many people she knew were going back into stasis, and Allura reflects on what Diva's mood was like the last time a friend left her — all stomping feet and throwing temper tantrums — a far cry from the quiet girl sitting near her now.
She opens her mouth to comment further on it and stops herself, reconsidering her approach,]
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I'm sorry.
[Lance had mentioned that Diva was dismayed because so many people she knew were going back into stasis, and Allura reflects on what Diva's mood was like the last time a friend left her — all stomping feet and throwing temper tantrums — a far cry from the quiet girl sitting near her now.
She opens her mouth to comment further on it and stops herself, reconsidering her approach,]
Do you wish to talk about it?