[She feels strangely protected, though she isn't sure why this should be so. There is nothing menacing her right now but he is so much larger that she can't but feel that he would shelter her from anything. It reminds her distantly of someone else from long long ago.
She shifts slightly so that she can press her side against him, soaking up his warmth, and takes a moment to think and rub her head against him, kneading the quilt absently.
Marcchan...
But he is right.]
No one wants to hurt anyone else so they don't rely on anyone else. [She thinks a moment]
We are all nakama here, in a way. All interdependent. If we all were together would it be easier or harder? Would losses be felt greater or less? How can we soothe pain when it is continual?
[She is not so much asking him as she is tossing questions into the void. Who can say. Who can know?]
November 1st [Luceti]
She shifts slightly so that she can press her side against him, soaking up his warmth, and takes a moment to think and rub her head against him, kneading the quilt absently.
Marcchan...
But he is right.]
No one wants to hurt anyone else so they don't rely on anyone else. [She thinks a moment]
We are all nakama here, in a way. All interdependent. If we all were together would it be easier or harder? Would losses be felt greater or less? How can we soothe pain when it is continual?
[She is not so much asking him as she is tossing questions into the void. Who can say. Who can know?]
But I think I would do anything to help.