[Well-meaning or not, something about her wording and sad-twinged smile made the unease in Fang's gut spread. Vanille deserved better than this; better than what's befallen her in the past, better than what Ryslig offered, and definitely better than what awaited her back home.]
[Taking advantage of the space between songs, the hand at Vanille's waist slips around her back, pulling the younger Pulsian into a hug.] You know this isn't running. We aren't pretending everything just went away.
[At least, Fang isn't. She's been keenly aware that she's one of several humans in a building full of monsters, and that her own transformation could be any day now. Her tone stays encouraging, trying her damnedest to chase that forlorn hint out of Vanille's expression.] There's nothing wrong with enjoying what you've got, when you've got it.
[And that, too, is something they were among the best to understand. So many—too many—pieces of their lives have passed in blinks: family, homes, friends. And apparently, they keep losing each other when they aren't careful.]
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[Taking advantage of the space between songs, the hand at Vanille's waist slips around her back, pulling the younger Pulsian into a hug.] You know this isn't running. We aren't pretending everything just went away.
[At least, Fang isn't. She's been keenly aware that she's one of several humans in a building full of monsters, and that her own transformation could be any day now. Her tone stays encouraging, trying her damnedest to chase that forlorn hint out of Vanille's expression.] There's nothing wrong with enjoying what you've got, when you've got it.
[And that, too, is something they were among the best to understand. So many—too many—pieces of their lives have passed in blinks: family, homes, friends. And apparently, they keep losing each other when they aren't careful.]