[It feels as if he’s talking about someone else, even though she knows he’s referring to her. The idea of being that, of being called that by someone… is just still that unbelievable to her. Her? Hayame? The lady someone loved?
She doesn’t even know how to respond to it, unable to muster even denial or anything beyond a humming silence. If she just lets him say it, perhaps he will eventually tire of it… or she will just somehow magically discover the proper way to handle it. (Something about muscles that had wasted away-)]
If you are going to tend to it, you may as well see it through.
[It is a mumble, but it is audible, and to be helpful… she hunches slightly to minimize the difference in their heights, tail swishing slightly over the sheets. If she closed her eye (and the eyelids over the empty socket)…
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She doesn’t even know how to respond to it, unable to muster even denial or anything beyond a humming silence. If she just lets him say it, perhaps he will eventually tire of it… or she will just somehow magically discover the proper way to handle it. (Something about muscles that had wasted away-)]
If you are going to tend to it, you may as well see it through.
[It is a mumble, but it is audible, and to be helpful… she hunches slightly to minimize the difference in their heights, tail swishing slightly over the sheets. If she closed her eye (and the eyelids over the empty socket)…
Maybe it would be almost relaxing.]