[SE] What friends do

SEREN

For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

Grumbling and too moved to even offer convincing arguments, Seren gathered up her new pajamas and teas and mug and slipped into her pocket space to change. When she returned, it was barefoot and with her hair let down to hang in a loose, cury tangle about the shoulders. Long-legged and lanky, she proved to have quite the toned physique, even though there was more runner and dancer over her muscle than explosive strength. A couple of fading bruises could be seen on her knees and shins - and one bluish one stood out even through the sheer fabric of the top, squarely at the center of her solar plexus - but beyond that the girl was remarkably free of the usual scrapes and scars that twenty some years of life should have delivered. A mark of her unusual growth, no doubt - and life in Caido would surely be making up for that soon enough.

"I feel strange," she murmured, tucking the robe more closely around herself. "Does silk always feel so... slippery?" She slumped down on the pile of cushions, looked around at the opulence Maeve had conjured up, and added just one more touch to it herself. From nowhere, a litter of kittens complete with a disgruntled looking mama cat coalesced, and the soft starlight that emanated from them both illuminated the room and provided adorable distractions for hands and eyes.

"Do we have to do ghost stories? I'm not sure I know any."

In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in