[ Oh, she doesn't anticipate that. Harrow seems like someone who likes her space, even if her heart is more brazenly visible than she seems to think. So when she embraces her, Vira seizes briefly in surprise, equally uncertain of how to react.
Because has anyone ever held her like this? There's only a great emptiness of answer when she thinks on it—does she not remember, or has it simply never happened? Is losing the memory of a single person enough to leave her with so little? (Without Katalina—what even remains of her to cherish or comfort?)
Even if it was a dream, a vision of the past, her misery is real and Harrow's presence is real, unexpected and kind in a way that disarms her too thoroughly. She doesn't even think to be composed, or of how weak she seems when she breathes out a sob as she buries her face into Harrow's shoulder, holding onto her fiercely as she weeps and weeps. ]
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Because has anyone ever held her like this? There's only a great emptiness of answer when she thinks on it—does she not remember, or has it simply never happened? Is losing the memory of a single person enough to leave her with so little? (Without Katalina—what even remains of her to cherish or comfort?)
Even if it was a dream, a vision of the past, her misery is real and Harrow's presence is real, unexpected and kind in a way that disarms her too thoroughly. She doesn't even think to be composed, or of how weak she seems when she breathes out a sob as she buries her face into Harrow's shoulder, holding onto her fiercely as she weeps and weeps. ]