[ Grell's gaze sinks as she retracts her hand, folding it back against her middle. She's disappointed, surely. Mostly in herself; by now, she should expect rejection.

The hurt does sharpen her tone just so, bit overall, her voice only become more withdrawn. ]

Life is a series of illusions, isn't it... We look to its beauties to assuage the waking misery of reality. If only it were enough.