[The silence is filled on Nyara's end by a chat with Need, who's graciously hidden her anger at the reminder that her girl has had little experience with actual consent, and now assures her about things not being personal and et cetera. It gives Nyara a chance to stop blushing and feel less bad, and occupies her enough that she doesn't think maybe she should walk away and sit somewhere else.

It is kind of nice regardless to just have people around in the same space as her, and not paying particular attention to her. That's something Need can't or doesn't provide, a sense of physical presence.]

What about...? [Startled enough to look up enough to catch his gaze, follow it back down, oh.] It is nothing. Truly. Need healed it so quickly - she is amazing. I hardly knew I was injured, so well and swiftly she worked.

[wait she was trying to refer to Need as impersonally as possible]

-it. I should... it. [Grimaces a little, she knows Need doesn't like that pronoun.]