[She's right. Of course she is. He has much he should've asked Cloud while he was here, but he didn't, plain and simple, and perhaps there's no point in ruminating. In assuming he could have wrung out answers from the man when he was so unwilling to speak to him, anyway.
So he just nods, tends to his food for a minute or two more in silence. Takes that time to set his frustration aside, box it up and ignore it.
Eventually—]
I need to wash up. Do you mind?
[He is still gritty and unpresentable (in his estimation) from his trek in the desert. He won't be able to sleep like this.]
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So he just nods, tends to his food for a minute or two more in silence. Takes that time to set his frustration aside, box it up and ignore it.
Eventually—]
I need to wash up. Do you mind?
[He is still gritty and unpresentable (in his estimation) from his trek in the desert. He won't be able to sleep like this.]