7rings: harrow

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[chevaleros]

[ 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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[She understands that feeling so intimately - what it's like to long to be held, but to fear the weakness of needing it. She has never been on the other side of that dilemma, and finds to her surprise it is not one at all. She doesn't perceive any weakness on Vira's part, or feel any sense of superiority or advantage. She only recognizes the pain, and wants to know how to diminish it. She holds her back just as fiercely, as long as Vira will allow.]

[chevaleros]

[ It doesn't fully soothe her emotions, but having Harrow there blunts the worst of the impact—where ordinarily she'd likely just sob until she's wrung out all her feelings like a rag, eventually she settles into miserable, embarrassing sniffles and calms herself.

To share such a private moment with someone else... she should be more abashed, or maybe afraid. And maybe she is, a little, but there is some strange relief in it, too; she shifts and draws enough away so she's not crushing Harrow in her arms anymore. ]

I... [ What does someone say in the face of all this? She speaks softly, worn out but comforted. ] Thank you, Harrowhark. I'm all right.