[Farrah settles into the silence too, gazing into the fire, trying not to think of how the yellows and orange blend into an amber sort of misery. She awkwardly rests a hand on Angus' shoulder, though she's not sure she has much to motivate him with.]

... Yeah. Me too. I'm... trying. Varian asked me to. I'm trying. [But it's hard.]

I'm not the stick-together when things get bad kind of girl. I'm more of a... pick sides and wage war kind of girl. And normally, there's not anyone on my side.