[ When Gorgug lifts his hand this time, he does reach out, coming to put his hand to rest on her shoulder farther from him. Because they're already close, and it's the easiest for him to put a hand on, and--Gorgug thinks she could do with the comfort, first and foremost. ]

I'm sorry, [ he says, earnestly. Lets the words sit in the air between them first before he continues. ] I know...there's a lot of history between people and different races, and-- it never seems to be good. Most of the stories I've heard about orcs are bad, and... I never lived through any of that. But I get that, things aren't simple, and people have a lot of ideas about each other, even where I'm from where a lot of us live together. My friend, Riz-- he gets a lot of comments, being a goblin. And he's one of the best guys I know? He's smart. He's really awesome.

But people can suck. Bad. [ He squeezes her shoulder gently, and even leans a little closer to her, trying to add to that support, that comfort. Because people can suck, and do. And it's not fair, it's not nice.

...but Gorgug does continue, sharing in a quieter voice. ] But you know, my friend....he did eat our principal who was a dragon this one time, so-- I don't think I could judge you, if you ate someone before. 'Cause you were hungry, or--because you were made to do that. If you did.

[ He wants to say, Not saying that you did, but hopefully she'll understand what he's really trying to say. Unless it's weird to admit you're willing to understand a person eating another person? It might be hypocritical, since he has feelings about a certain dinner party in Etraya.

But also, the menu was his fake dad. ]