There is no denying that Enderly has some internal issues to sort through, especially now that Naamah can see into those beautifully troubled silver eyes. Her composure is kept well enough through perfected repetition. She will not allow herself to become so overwhelmed and enraptured by emotions that draw her deeper into a frenzied pit of drama. The dark nymph only wishes to remain in her state of neutrality and to continue about her day as regularly as any other. Enderly cannot see this - he only wants to yank these feelings from her being and drag them raw and bleeding into the open air. She cannot have that.

It does not go unnoticed when he denies his eyes from looking upon her other worldly visage for longer than a second and as she follows him, she can nearly feel the frustration radiating from his every pore. She does not speak when his words burst into the silence and only continues to follow until it is that he stops immediately, ears laced to crown and his face finally turning to meet her gaze head on. She too slows to a stop in silence as he now approaches her within a few steps. Her expression is rather.. empty. As if she were masking all of which is beginning to bubble to the surface now, leaving nothing but a blank slate on the surface. Her skull tips lightly to the right as he finishes before turning upright again and eyes begin to gently crumble beneath his gaze - if he were ever to be capable of seeing into their stygian depths.

"It is always going to be you.." Sadness taints her words as she now speaks them softer than before. "I have left Samil once already.. I cannot do it to him a second." Her sentence is concluded, a vague explanation for the tempest of swirling thoughts in Enderly's mind. "You must understand that I was never a soul to be captured and tamed.. not even Samil can do such a thing and he knows this. My heart will always wander and yet return to each by night. You are always with me in my dreams.." It is perhaps the most emotion that the fallen angel has expressed in the longest of times and it leaves her feeling rather hollow in the aftermath.

Brows are knit gently together if he cannot detect the solemnity in her eyes and for the first time she feels a wave of detachment wash over her entirety. From this world.. from herself.