You’re sitting, completely silent, next to Franziska. She had yelled at you after a particularly difficult trial, which she had just barely won. She didn’t mean to make you shut down, yet here you were. You idly toyed with your fingers. You went nonverbal whenever something upset you or whenever you got overwhelmed. It sucked. Franziska awkwardly shifted, giving a sideways glance to her beloved assistant. “Do I really deserve the silent treatment, fool?” She huffed.