I had two ideas in mind.
"Tia. If you don't me asking, since when did you get everyone to call you by that ominous name?"
"Huh? Oh… umm… it's like, four months ago, I guess."
"Four months ago, huh… what happened?"
"Umm, sorry, Mr. Zal. Can we, uhh, not talk about it?"
It seems I have touched a sensitive topic. Time to back down.
"…Very well. I will refrain from asking you that."
"Hee-hee. I appreciate that."
Sheesh. I thought I could get to the root of her problem. Hmm… seems like Tia had a traumatizing memory back then. I shouldn't tread further.
Welp. With this, one idea vaporizes to thin aerosols. Can't force her to tell if it troubles her mind.
Time to go for the second idea.
"Hey, Tia. Correct me if I'm wrong. What you need right now is a place to stay, right?"
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