[There's a lot that goes through Benedikta's mind in that stretch of silence that Rem responds with. She hadn't thought it a difficult question, but she can see Rem warring with herself, conflicted over how to answer. Benedikta, however, waits patiently for her to finish stalling, and for her to come up with some sort of response.
Whatever Rem has to say, there is no judgment in Benedikta's expression, simply a patience and tolerance that she so very rarely exhibits for others. There may have also been the smallest squeeze of her shoulder.
Because yes, the "typical" way implies that there are other means to do so. Again, not that she is in any place to judge given her own... coloured past... but it is certainly not a path she wishes for Rem to walk if she were to strengthen herself.
So... when she finally admits, there is a slight stall in Benedikta's step.]
Souls...?
[Only confusion draws her brows together as she stops and looks down at Rem, her arm tightening just a touch around the girl's shoulders.]
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Whatever Rem has to say, there is no judgment in Benedikta's expression, simply a patience and tolerance that she so very rarely exhibits for others. There may have also been the smallest squeeze of her shoulder.
Because yes, the "typical" way implies that there are other means to do so. Again, not that she is in any place to judge given her own... coloured past... but it is certainly not a path she wishes for Rem to walk if she were to strengthen herself.
So... when she finally admits, there is a slight stall in Benedikta's step.]
Souls...?
[Only confusion draws her brows together as she stops and looks down at Rem, her arm tightening just a touch around the girl's shoulders.]
What souls?