"No." Arialla could appreciate Osozo's concern, at least. They didn't quite get the intricacies of tone; she ought to remember that when speaking to them. And she took the question seriously, since it was presented seriously -- it was a serious subject. "No, I don't think so. I want to live, even if it's here instead of at home."
But Osozo's admission twisted Arialla's face into something like a sneer -- unconsciously; she didn't intend to be cruel, but her tone was a bit insulting as she said, "I can tell."
She collected herself, brought her face and voice back under control. "You don't. Not on your own, anyway. You just ... wait for it to get a little less terrible. And it never goes away completely."
please don't take my sunshine away
