It Is Rael
No one had ever looked at her like that before.
Like she was the same, instead of less, or an imitation, pale or otherwise.
Well. Not that Shania had exactly been...nice, to Sena. Or anyone. Overall.
It was an icky feeling, yet somehow she couldn't help but want to understand the other girl. Comfort her, even. Not because they were one up on each other, but because they were the same.
Except, Shania was so much less apologetic. "Groveling", was the word she'd used.
And if Shania was different, then what could Sena even offer her?
Surely not kindness.