[A world of eyes, and Erika's are closed against all of them.]
Okay, [she mumbles and/or hiccups after a moment.] Thank you, [after another.]
It's fine, [she sighs between harsh sniffs, sour pit of worry in her gut demanding attention. One hand unclenches and splays flat on Venus' back like a weak reassurance. She doesn't want this to hurt her. She wants to think it won't. She's too cautious to believe there's no chance of it.]
I trust you.
[Saying it feels like vomiting up a rock. She's not sure if it even came out audible, or if there was just an indistinct, meaningless noise. Does the station translate those? If it does, what words fit the intent she didn't speak in the first place? Erika believes in the sincerity of Venus' comfort. That's a hard one to get her head around, to look at head-on.
She sobs only a few times; the fit is mostly sniffs and shivers and stray regretful whimpers muffled into Venus' shoulder.]
I really...don't like crying. [A weary and tiny and wry confession.]
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Okay, [she mumbles and/or hiccups after a moment.] Thank you, [after another.]
It's fine, [she sighs between harsh sniffs, sour pit of worry in her gut demanding attention. One hand unclenches and splays flat on Venus' back like a weak reassurance. She doesn't want this to hurt her. She wants to think it won't. She's too cautious to believe there's no chance of it.]
I trust you.
[Saying it feels like vomiting up a rock. She's not sure if it even came out audible, or if there was just an indistinct, meaningless noise. Does the station translate those? If it does, what words fit the intent she didn't speak in the first place? Erika believes in the sincerity of Venus' comfort. That's a hard one to get her head around, to look at head-on.
She sobs only a few times; the fit is mostly sniffs and shivers and stray regretful whimpers muffled into Venus' shoulder.]
I really...don't like crying. [A weary and tiny and wry confession.]