[With their close proximity, Hanyuu runs a hand over Elda's head, methodically, rhythmically. Gentle petting, like she wanted to with Rika when the girl wailed and cried about her dead father and missing mother.
(Finally, she can console people properly, finally--)
No explanation is needed. This is a pain that...well, Hanyuu can't know completely. She hadn't been with Riku that long, after all, not nearly as long as Elda, or as any typical married couple. Their pains are different, a burning flame eternal compared to a candle swiftly snuffed out, and yet there's an understanding. When you lose someone like this, you needn't justify. Hanyuu...she will take the burdens, especially burdens from a friend.
They feel all at once a little heavier and a little lighter than the ones of the villagers, paradoxically so.]
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(Finally, she can console people properly, finally--)
No explanation is needed. This is a pain that...well, Hanyuu can't know completely. She hadn't been with Riku that long, after all, not nearly as long as Elda, or as any typical married couple. Their pains are different, a burning flame eternal compared to a candle swiftly snuffed out, and yet there's an understanding. When you lose someone like this, you needn't justify. Hanyuu...she will take the burdens, especially burdens from a friend.
They feel all at once a little heavier and a little lighter than the ones of the villagers, paradoxically so.]
You can cry. I won't leave.