turn fast, turn sour, turn sweat, turn sour
"So it didn't work out, huh?"
Nia narrowed her eyes. She knew the question was well-intentioned - she KNEW! - and yet something about the subtle intrusion made her want to guard, guard, guard. Plainly Addam knew that it hadn't worked out, since Minoth had been the one to advise her about why and how it should proceed to not work out, and--
Well. He hadn't told her what to do, but he'd seen that she'd wanted some help. So Addam was doing the same.
"Mythra's a tough one," he added.
"So'm I."
He nodded.
And yet...he'd stuck with her anyway.