Don't laugh. She just didn't want to discomfort him by laying back into his hand or something. It's called being thoughtful, right?

SHe rested there though, turned a bit to watch him s he spoke. Talking about his mother and father, and half human half not. That didn't seem to bother her at all, herself. She knew a lot of people were half two races. It's just ho things worked? It was though, just a bit.... concerning, that his race seemed to be fueled on strong emotions. Like a nightsister or something.

Trauma though. She wasn't scared... more... concerned. Her brows drew in a bit, frowning over at him. There was nothing scary about him. Especially not at that. She moved to sit up, legs crossed under her, and reached over to rest a hand on his one knee. If he looked at her, it wasn't a look of fear or pity, but just a sadness. A soft look. "I am sorry that anyone would have to go through that, Trunks. Especially for you. For as different as both our places seem to be, we do share that in common, in a way. Perhaps not the same level as you, but every experience you live through makes you stronger, and apparently, a drastic trauma like that makes you stronger. It's terrible and i wish it wasn't the way of things."