At least their immediate reaction doesn't earn them the girls scorn, the helpless sound only just barely contained. Osozo feels some part of themself settling, more comfortable with the slight acceptance, the acknowledgement that they hadn't reacted too wrong.
"It's not fair, is it?" That was the crux of it, made so simple the demi-god was amazed they hadn't come to the conclusion themself. It wasn't fair. Not for Rexanna, not for Clemente, and not for Bastien. They aren't sure what else to say, but they are content to sit with Aisha for as long as she will allow, enjoying the company while they try to work through the new tangle of feelings they're processing.
Perhaps, by the time the sun rises again, they're feel better.
Fin~
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
