Amora folded her arms, "He went far... 'fully' if you want to put it that way..." She felt terrible in front of him, just torn down. It was enough that THAT had happened, but she didn't want to discuss it with him, of all people she could talk to. She tried to make an excuse: "Really though, with how much groping and grabbing I've dealt with at the auction house, it would only be a matter of time before...before...." She bit her bottom lip tighter, tighter, trying, begging herself not to cry in front of him. Tears fell, making the claw marks on her cheek sting, her shoulders quivered. She felt like a weakling, crying in front of him like this, but she couldn't help it. Trauma did that to her.