Iramaat's first bonded wasn't nice, but Iramaat liked her all the same. There was something dangerous about her and she'd appreciated it that greatly. She keeps on dancing, tugging her partner along and trying to help him keep up. Although maybe that's just going to backfire. Who can say?

"Yako...?" There's a pause and a frown, thoughtful, as if she's remembering something. She appreciates that gleam of interest in his eyes and she'd like to see more of it. To know what they're thinking. She breathes out slowly and then replies.

"...yes, honestly. She moved in with us for a little while. She was friends with Nel. Did you know Nel...?"

Memories. Lots of memories. Not all of them pleasant. Much like him, there's a glimmer of her letting something past that mask of cheeriness she usually wears. A weariness and an interest.