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Misha would look up when he would speak, his voice more of a low soft grunt with the inaudible sound of a excuse in there. "You do not have to apologize, dear." She said softly, trying to reassure the male. She would look at him as their attention would meet, their eyesight being held by one another. There was still no expression on his face, and that worried her a bit. Misha would sigh and sit up, blinking at him. She was unsure of what to do. Hopefully he would regain his train of thought soon, so that if he would ask anything from her, she would get it for him. Anything he needed or would need, she would be there for him.