She wasn’t stupid. In fact, one of Vora’s greatest attributes was her keen intelligence and her ability to see things in ways that weren’t always obvious. Sometimes her memory enhanced this, other times it made it difficult. And right now, Vora knew that if she didn’t say something, didn’t bring it out in the open, she would betray her feelings one way or another and it wasn’t fair to Johann or herself to over-react.

After their lovely holodeck dinner (she was still impressed by Jerrin’s participation), she returned with Johann to his quarters (and soon to be their quarters?). Sitting on the sofa, she knew she had been unusually quiet, pensive, and he knew her too well to not know that something was up.

Vora frowned slightly. Not at him, but at her own thoughts. “You know, one of the strange benefits of having had my life with Roquan is that I learned to read people well. Tenraiths, in any case. I can pick up the subtle cues of their body language and make very accurate guesses as to their emotions and motivations, their needs and desires. With others, especially those I don’t know as well as I do you, it’s… harder. I’m not a telepath. But damned if I didn’t have all sorts of strange little alarms going off in my head. I’m not sure if it’s something I’ve been picking up for awhile, or something new. But I’m not imagining it, am I? I mean, my irrational desire is to ask Siennadye if she has feelings for the man I’m getting married to, but that doesn’t feel quite right. But you both made it abundantly clear that there is something I’m missing.” She wasn’t jealous, at least not in the way others would ascribe to this sort of situation. But she felt… uneasy and it irritated her that she couldn’t pin point that very clearly. All she knew is there was a similitude between the life Nox on occasion mentioned and Johann’s past experiences here. And she didn’t have enough information to make it all make sense.

~Vora