[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

Jigano's attempt at consolation is met with a slight softening of muscles, though she does not turn her head as the paw rests on her shoulder. There is no she sounds lovely, no please go on. Why did you ask, if you don't really care? she wants to demand, but bites her tongue and takes a breath instead. Pain makes her angry, and his apparent disinterest in her tales is salt on a wound she tried to bare and open. Part of her knows she is being unreasonable, that he is only trying to help, to soothe. But another part, the anxious and guarded human in her soul, wishes he had not tried. I don't know. It is a flat answer, moody perhaps, though she tries to keep the bite of ire out of her mental voice. It isn't his fault, it's hers for being like this, for being inadequate once again. What about you? Where is your family? Deflecting off her own brittle pain, Amalia at last turns to the fox, guarded curiosity in her eyes. She knows nothing of his life before this, the things he has lost. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there