[ A small spart of her had hoped that he would still answer her. Some last rallying set of words or declaration. It seems, however, he has already said all he can. She feels as if another jab has been given to her already wounded heart has been pressed in.
Alkaid moves her hand from his head to around his frame. Her face presses into his hair with her tail curling around her side, as if wrapping around him will help anchor him. Of course she knows better. So many have been put to the sword for mercy sake when they've become tempered. Holding onto someone cannot change the way aether works, no matter how kuch she wishes otherwise.
Her whole frame shakes as she forces herself to contain her emotions. A Warrior of Light need not show the world how broken they are--how much they hurt deep inside. She will not cry in front of him when he needs to understand the faith and hope she does have, despite the heartbreak threatening to pull her down. ]
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Alkaid moves her hand from his head to around his frame. Her face presses into his hair with her tail curling around her side, as if wrapping around him will help anchor him. Of course she knows better. So many have been put to the sword for mercy sake when they've become tempered. Holding onto someone cannot change the way aether works, no matter how kuch she wishes otherwise.
Her whole frame shakes as she forces herself to contain her emotions. A Warrior of Light need not show the world how broken they are--how much they hurt deep inside. She will not cry in front of him when he needs to understand the faith and hope she does have, despite the heartbreak threatening to pull her down. ]