Dimitria continued to absentmindedly sketch in the contours of the face and the gentle streamlining along the fur. She was careful to keep her lines gentle and soft like the warm fluffyness she was creating around the animal's ears and face. Dimi listened to Sako speak, guilty as she said he felt she wasn't hiding anything. A sharp taste of oranges, sickly sweet and coated with sugar, filled her mouth. She wanted to throw up for a moment. She was drawing and flirting and her poor sister was stuck on the other side of the Iron Curtain. Dimi shuddered and she quietly closed her notebook and held back tears as he turned to smile at her. "Thank you," she whispered softly, her eyes distant in some fantasy. "I wish I could be a good friend as well, but I fear I may not be staying long enough to become so."