[ Unease is a word for it. Ursula felt like she was handling something supremely delicate and fragile, and had no idea where to proceed from where they were. But she also knew this wasn't something she could reasonably delay or ignore, either. More than anything, to do so would be cruel to Monika, something she could never bring herself to even consider...
She opens the door with a mirrored trepidation to Monika's, just... looking at her for a moment before reaching to pull her in, not quite for a hug, but... still an embrace of sorts, just wanting to assure Monika that no matter where this conversation went... she'd still have that. ]
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She opens the door with a mirrored trepidation to Monika's, just... looking at her for a moment before reaching to pull her in, not quite for a hug, but... still an embrace of sorts, just wanting to assure Monika that no matter where this conversation went... she'd still have that. ]