Kaliv smiled warmly, he slipped his hand into hers as she sat next to him. His tone was understanding, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "What's wrong? There's somthing on your mind." It was more of a statement than a suggestion - he had been taught how to read faces, emotions and intentions as a part of politics from an early age. And he could clearly see somthing was bothering her.
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