[She could go on, she’s sure. Cycle through why exactly she’s a poor fit for someone like Dohalim. For anyone, really. But she doubts she needs to say it. It’s very likely that anyone who knows her already knows she must be thinking that way. For all that she’d like to say that she’s difficult to read, she suspects that’s likely not at all to be the case.

Instead of issuing any sort of argument, she simply listens. Oriphi’s right in ways that Beatrix wishes she wasn’t. Nothing she can do about that, however. No matter how much she may or may not agree, she doesn’t seem inclined to address it so outwardly. It’d be easier to just leave it where it is. She’s listened, after all. Isn’t that the most one could ask of her, given the recent days?

When Oriphi continues, she shifts a little, still uncomfortable with the notion of discussing her relationship with Dohalim in any capacity. Things were so much easier when she was hiding it. Now… Well. People may come to wonder why Beatrix won’t let herself be seen in public with him for anything that isn’t professional in some way.]

Yes, well.

[She airs a soft scoff, trying to dismiss it to the best of her ability.]

It is what it is. I cannot seem to change it. I have no control over his free will or whatever he sees fit to do with his time.

[As if she has no feelings of her own, which is plainly not true.]