[something hard and heavy hits the pit of Azura's stomach as Uai pulls his hand away from hers. She doesn't force it, and instead lets her own hand loosen and drop to her side.

It's only the many years she's had to carefully craft a still, nigh emotionless expression that keeps her from displaying her disappointment on her face. His verbal slip almost makes her laugh, but instead she does her best to offer him another, serene smile.]

You aren't being weird. I know you worry about getting close to others Uai. But you needn't be afraid of me. Or my family. [she steps away here, towards a food stall. It's hunks of meat and vegetables on skewers, and she orders two, passing the redbills to the stand operator]

These remind me a little of Nohr, actually. [she says, as she turns back to Uai. The subject of food IS a comfortable, neutral, and safe one -- and the flip flops her heart is doing might have a chance to calm down if they segue into talking about food.

She didn't want to ruin this outing with Uai getting dangerously close to feelings she's done a good job of keeping to herself for Uai's sake.]