[ There's a huff from Sebille, not quite a laugh but something akin to it, gruffer than she means to be. Leaning carefully on the railing before her, she balances her arms there, and takes in the scene a bit longer. Watches as the man bids again, higher this time, the stakes growing ever more dire. ]
Should I?
[ The reply isn't precisely haughty, the question almost innocent in nature. Should she feel sorry for someone embroiled in more trouble than it's worth? ]
Perhaps I'd feel concerned if there was true danger in what he was doing. [ And less for him and more for her own needs. If a native is capable of being fleeced for something so banal as losing a game of chance, then there are far bigger things to worry over than a dice game.
(But, then, would that be unexpected in a place of endless night, when anything can happen under cover of dark?) ] It's only a game, though.
[ A meaningful pause, as her gaze returns to his, as if searching for the answer before she even asks: ] Right?
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Should I?
[ The reply isn't precisely haughty, the question almost innocent in nature. Should she feel sorry for someone embroiled in more trouble than it's worth? ]
Perhaps I'd feel concerned if there was true danger in what he was doing. [ And less for him and more for her own needs. If a native is capable of being fleeced for something so banal as losing a game of chance, then there are far bigger things to worry over than a dice game.
(But, then, would that be unexpected in a place of endless night, when anything can happen under cover of dark?) ] It's only a game, though.
[ A meaningful pause, as her gaze returns to his, as if searching for the answer before she even asks: ] Right?