Oh, and the nightmares that puddles could show. Delphia had seen them before herself, usually images of Mort himself being destroyed in some awful manner. Gently, she placed a hand on Remi's back. A small comfort, a tiny reminder he was not alone. "Yes, they can be cruel that way." she said softly, brows furrowing a bit.
Tishy came scampering over then as well, purring and rubbing against Remi's ankles, shadows wrapping around them in an embrace only a cat sith could give. "Have you been harboring hard feelings? Anger, grief, guilt?" Delphia asked quietly, wondering if perhaps his own soul had caused the puddle to twist to match his own state of mind, or if it was simply in a finicky mood.
Tishy came scampering over then as well, purring and rubbing against Remi's ankles, shadows wrapping around them in an embrace only a cat sith could give. "Have you been harboring hard feelings? Anger, grief, guilt?" Delphia asked quietly, wondering if perhaps his own soul had caused the puddle to twist to match his own state of mind, or if it was simply in a finicky mood.
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