[ It is altogether a difficult situation when one is at the center of it, so much thrown to disarray. She does not know how to grieve and is frankly too entrenched within the stages of denial. While logic would normally speak to her, weaving the way toward it is muddled. The present is important because it is reality, the vision something that could not quite be confirmed, and it is cruel to those who are here for her now, for her to be so thrown by it all.

And so it will take her a few moments more, to try and... gain some measure over her breathing. She cannot commit to full sobs and she seems hardly prepared enough to deal with the broken ones. ]

Pyra...

[ Slowly. She manages slower breaths, with time, struggling for her words, drawing herself up in close, curled to the side of the couch. ]

... it is... indescribable. All of this. I do not wish to cause you harm but I fear that I may. Please... call Lup. Tell her, 'They're loud'. She knows.