[ She can't help but think this is all too sad. Everything Honerva's been through, everything she has endured, how she gave so much of herself only to lose that part of her, to merely exist for ten thousand years, then to lose even more...
The past hurts Honerva. Pyra can see that clearly, and she sorely wishes that she hadn't needed to endure reliving it. How exhausting it must feel to crawl out of such shackles again.
Her hands leave hers to lift to her shoulders, bringing the woman into an embrace, one as warm, comforting, and secure as she can make it to ground her. Her eyes shut tightly as she holds her, one arm around her back and the other pressing into her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her home is where that warmth is, and so is her present.
Architect, she's glad she hadn't been lost. She wouldn't have been able to forgive herself otherwise. ] Welcome back. [ She continues on to say, keeping her voice quiet. ] You did good.
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[ She can't help but think this is all too sad. Everything Honerva's been through, everything she has endured, how she gave so much of herself only to lose that part of her, to merely exist for ten thousand years, then to lose even more...
The past hurts Honerva. Pyra can see that clearly, and she sorely wishes that she hadn't needed to endure reliving it. How exhausting it must feel to crawl out of such shackles again.
Her hands leave hers to lift to her shoulders, bringing the woman into an embrace, one as warm, comforting, and secure as she can make it to ground her. Her eyes shut tightly as she holds her, one arm around her back and the other pressing into her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her home is where that warmth is, and so is her present.
Architect, she's glad she hadn't been lost. She wouldn't have been able to forgive herself otherwise. ] Welcome back. [ She continues on to say, keeping her voice quiet. ] You did good.