[It unfolds in degrees, as Morax watches quietly. A single answering nod, and he has to wonder -- what is the state of the world, under all of this? Moreover, what must this man have gone through to keep so silent? He's no fool, and he's not unobservant.

Hands move, and the brunette shifts his weight, tail curling at his side. So then, it's complicated. How to best proceed from here....? Perhaps, he supposes, straight to the heart of it. Melqal himself had ever been a bleeding heart, giving to the point of self-destruction. It seems that these two share that... if he's reading it right.]

... If you are entertaining thoughts of simply suffering silently, Dohalim, I would suggest that you reconsider. It is... endlessly selfish of me to ask your patience, but I am asking anyway. [His expression softens as he speaks, weight with gentle understanding.] It is clear that this situation is... strange, but I am sure you would both agree that it is appalling to be forced into something that makes you uncomfortable at best.

If you would allow it, I have every intention of learning of you as well, Dohalim. Perhaps, in so doing, we will find a suitable compromise for all involved.