Through the jabs, through her speech Darius expression was stone. His gaze matched her amber eyes that burned with a resolve that was rarely seen. He listened and then watched as she ended her speech and turned her back to him once more. Her last words lingered in the air.

Riven would hear the sound of him standing from his seat, but not approaching. “I don’t have an answer to that Riven.” It came with as much strength as any of his words had from before with no hint but the words themselves of what was brewing within his head. “If I do find one you’ll hear it in person. For now I’ll be taking my leave.”

Without any other pause he proceeded to the door. Without looking back he grasped the handle, turned it, pulled the door open and began his departure.

Riven would watch the man go. She had no further business with him, and had to fold and tend to her clothing. She didn't know what was brewing in the general's head, nor did she particularly care. All she knew was that her words had rung true, and her resolve was as strong as ever. It seemed strange that the general would find himself at her quarters, but Riven was certain he had his reasons to justify his actions. Whatever the case, she let him leave without another word. She'd already said all she felt was needed.

Any further words about it would be needless. For now, she simply focused on finishing the task at hand.

*a box of tissues shows up at Riven's door, with a message*

It's okay to cry, Riven.

Lux

((Depressing but it is how I imagine Riven to a degree. Echoing what our old Riven said, keep going what you are doing right now.
You are able to portray the raw emotions and memories behind Riven and what made her who she is now along with a couple of small things to add more character. Such as the tissues.))

((You guys are way too flattering. > / / / < Stop that! I just do the best I can, nothing more, nothing less.))