[A quick tug to refasten his pants, a moment or two to fuss and smooth out his clothes and hair, and Seteth is just about presentable again. He can't help but sympathize, in all honesty; he's not especially fond of the Augur dictating their lives here either, though he would hardly consider a supercomputer a cosmic force. But hasn't he needed to get over himself, as well? His own pride and hang ups have given him little but grief on this island, one way or another. He's had to reconsider what's acceptable, let alone what might be able to make him happy.

Perhaps it's the same with her? Seeing the way her flowers almost seem to wilt, Seteth reaches out to brush his fingers over Rosie's cheek almost on instinct.]

I realize how..... unpalatable being forced into this position is. But even if you have to accept some indignities, that doesn't mean the Augur can dictate everything about our lives here.