[ Sometimes simple is best, for something so complex, and even then, it is not the words themselves but all that accompany them, to convey intent. The gentleness of the gesture, and the brightness of Pyra's very bearing, as sweet and unconditional as she has always been. A reminder, of being more than purpose, than just a means to an end, for their work together.
Such concepts she often needs reminders for, no matter how she learns to trust those that offer it. But Pyra is very warm and very present, and there's almost something soothing about the glow of the light of her crystals as much as her darkness toils within, but it feels better, to take a soft breath and her features soften, lifted toward the light. ]
... All right.
[ Her reply is but a soft echo of the words. She can't trust herself to not be dismissive, but Pyra has imparted something here for her to take to heart. ]
I am... grateful, for your care. I may lose sight of much, but... that will not change.
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Such concepts she often needs reminders for, no matter how she learns to trust those that offer it. But Pyra is very warm and very present, and there's almost something soothing about the glow of the light of her crystals as much as her darkness toils within, but it feels better, to take a soft breath and her features soften, lifted toward the light. ]
... All right.
[ Her reply is but a soft echo of the words. She can't trust herself to not be dismissive, but Pyra has imparted something here for her to take to heart. ]
I am... grateful, for your care. I may lose sight of much, but... that will not change.