[ Her fingers settle against his hair, drawing through it slowly, absently. It's soft, she notes. Wonders if psychos can be soft too - and makes sense. The world is never as straightforward as it appears, not that she has ever seen. ]
(I'm glad you are Petre, I think I'd be too scared to be here all by myself.)
[ She could, she is used to be alone, but that had been different. It was hard enough looking at everyone else's broods as they were, to how little they have left now. ]
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( I'm glad you are Petre, I think I'd be too scared to be here all by myself. )
[ She could, she is used to be alone, but that had been different. It was hard enough looking at everyone else's broods as they were, to how little they have left now. ]