At some point Riza had put her head in her hands, resting her elbows on her knees. The sob had been loud, but had only happened once. She hadn't been able to stop crying right away, so for once someone was able to sneak up on her. Riza wasn't usually one to let her guard down like that but it had just been too much. Seeing Harry again after so long had just been the straw to shatter everything.
It wasn't until she heard the soft voice that she looked up. She sniffed, wiping her hands down her face in hopes of clearing away the tears. On the plus side there was no makeup here to smear -- though the red in her eyes was probably sign enough that she'd been crying. She couldn't explain why, but the woman reminded her of Giselle. Maybe it was the honest concern in her features or just the fact that she'd been speaking to Harry and was now thinking of all the people she'd left behind back in Manhattan.
"We're all strangers to each other here...for the most part. I probably could...but I'm not sure it will make sense," she admitted. She could use someone to talk through this though -- but she wasn't sure if she wanted to do it with a stranger.
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It wasn't until she heard the soft voice that she looked up. She sniffed, wiping her hands down her face in hopes of clearing away the tears. On the plus side there was no makeup here to smear -- though the red in her eyes was probably sign enough that she'd been crying. She couldn't explain why, but the woman reminded her of Giselle. Maybe it was the honest concern in her features or just the fact that she'd been speaking to Harry and was now thinking of all the people she'd left behind back in Manhattan.
"We're all strangers to each other here...for the most part. I probably could...but I'm not sure it will make sense," she admitted. She could use someone to talk through this though -- but she wasn't sure if she wanted to do it with a stranger.