More than a zhen.

[diziara]

As Therav's eyes wandered the room, he didn't notice the dead halt the conversation around him came to. He turned his attention back to Imaru, only to find her slow to respond even with the time given to her to process this unexpected interruption. Finally her green eyes moved in his direction as her head turned towards him slowly.

"Um, I guess

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[chaosphaere]

Therav's lips tightened. He had no words for that. He realized he'd blown it, but wasn't quite sure how. And he didn't really know how to repair the situation, either.

He stepped back, still listening in.

"I'd leave if the Admiral wasn't here," he mumbled softly to himself.

He looked up, noticing that Noelle had traded her dance partner for Sharad.

His antennae twitched with irritation. He rubbed his left thigh and winced a little. Cutting in on their dance wasn't going to be a good idea.

He shook off the distraction and listened to the conversation for a clue about the identity of the Andorian whose name hadn't appeared on the roster he'd checked just this morning, and whose name still wasn't on the manifest.

[diziara]

Diziara leaned across the bar and whispered something into the ear of the holographic bar tender, which caused him to go and dig a bottle out from under the far end of the bar. When he returned, he presented the bottle to Diziara for her inspection, and pulled out four glasses. Everyone in the knot that'd previously been clustering around Diziara had drifted off as Diziara and Imaru's conversation had made its way to the Terra Nova, and anyone who'd been left through that was scared off by the angry outburst. This only left Diziara, Imaru, Spiegel and Therav standing by the bar.

"How'd you know that I'd have that under the bar?" Spiegel asked Diziara, reaching for the bottle of Romulan Ale in her hand. Diziara didn't answer, and instead uncapped it to pour some out in the glasses on the bar.

"For the memory of our fallen comrades," Diziara explained as she offered one of the glasses to Imaru. Spiegel pressed a glass into Therav's hands on the logic that it might help make amends if he participated in the toast.

[chaosphaere]

Therav's head had been bowed up to this point, and at one point, he'd shut his eyes.

Therav nodded to Spiegel. "I owe you," he said, barely above a whisper.

He raised his glass and offered a toast with everyone else, quietly offering a few traditional Andorian words for the departed... nobody could quite make him out.