[ She supposes she should be content with that. Rationally, she knows that no one can make real promises to do anything. They can only be there for each other for as long as possible — but to think on that makes her more acutely aware of what limited time they have until their changes take them further and further from who they once were. But to hear it again and again, that Pom feels weak in this space...
Mel's fingers close over his own. ]
You're no weaker than I am. I told you: I'm afraid too.
[ Of what's to come. That one day she might wake up and find she's not solely changed in body but in her mind, her soul. That one day there'll be nothing rational and understanding left of her. To put that weight on Pom's shoulders feels wrong, even as she knows she can ask no one else. Not a single soul on this island should have to kill a rabid beast that once wore the face of an ally.
Especially not him.
With some leverage on his hand, she tries to draw him closer, just so she can reach up and put an arm around him. It's what she did for Momo after she woke up; she wants to offer the same for him, even if it's strange, even if she's not created for softness. ]
I'm right here with you, regardless of what happens. All we can do is continue to try.
[It takes Pom a second or two to return the embrace; he stiffens first, but his arms eventually find their way around her to pull her closer. He's still not fully accustomed to hugs, but at least he's had some practice with them now, even if it is only with a select couple of people. Neither he nor Mel were made for softness, Pom's own edges left jagged by his past; it's through Purl and his Imprints that they are being reshaped into something gentler, capable of uses other than grievous harm. Finding those uses — new purpose for himself with that newfound softness, all while trying not to lose it — is the real trick.]
Yeah. Continue to try, and keep each other human so we can keep trying.
[It sounds like a daunting task, especially as he feels he loses himself a little more each day to his Natural Soul, but at least he's not alone. With one more squeeze, he lets her go, still holding onto her hand as he steps back.]
Get some rest. Never know what this place will throw at us next.
[ It's not something she doesn't expect. He tenses as he would if their positions were reversed. But it's...something she wants to give him, something she would have given him if he had remained with them. It's really just the only way she can thank him properly in way that feels warm, that expresses the care she has.
But soon enough, she does release him with that final squeeze, maintaining the contact of their hands. It almost surprises her that he hasn't let go, either. ]
I will. You take care of yourself too.
[ A lopsided, small smile appears on her mouth. ]
And the next time you wander out here, you can always ask for some coffee. I'm usually awake at all hours.
[ She's aware he's in the area often enough; she can hear him. When he isn't maintaining the marks around the home, she knows he's still around. He doesn't have to be a stranger. ]
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Mel's fingers close over his own. ]
You're no weaker than I am. I told you: I'm afraid too.
[ Of what's to come. That one day she might wake up and find she's not solely changed in body but in her mind, her soul. That one day there'll be nothing rational and understanding left of her. To put that weight on Pom's shoulders feels wrong, even as she knows she can ask no one else. Not a single soul on this island should have to kill a rabid beast that once wore the face of an ally.
Especially not him.
With some leverage on his hand, she tries to draw him closer, just so she can reach up and put an arm around him. It's what she did for Momo after she woke up; she wants to offer the same for him, even if it's strange, even if she's not created for softness. ]
I'm right here with you, regardless of what happens. All we can do is continue to try.
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Yeah. Continue to try, and keep each other human so we can keep trying.
[It sounds like a daunting task, especially as he feels he loses himself a little more each day to his Natural Soul, but at least he's not alone. With one more squeeze, he lets her go, still holding onto her hand as he steps back.]
Get some rest. Never know what this place will throw at us next.
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But soon enough, she does release him with that final squeeze, maintaining the contact of their hands. It almost surprises her that he hasn't let go, either. ]
I will. You take care of yourself too.
[ A lopsided, small smile appears on her mouth. ]
And the next time you wander out here, you can always ask for some coffee. I'm usually awake at all hours.
[ She's aware he's in the area often enough; she can hear him. When he isn't maintaining the marks around the home, she knows he's still around. He doesn't have to be a stranger. ]