[ She'd known what happened. She didn't need to be there. She'd felt it. Every blow. Every swell of anger and despair, the self-loathing, the guilt. Every bit of it seeped through the bond like the toxin in her blood, amplified by her connection to both of them. So she didn't need to ask at all the circumstances of Fang's arrival. There was no mystery to puzzle out, or interrogation to be carried.
But knowing what happened, and understanding why... were different matters. And she didn't disguise the nakedness of her own mire, as well, knowing what had likely lead to it all.
She was there to open the door before she even announced her presence, a warmed towel in her hand, ready to hand to Fang, ready to... to do something. Anything. To comfort her. To yell at her. To just...
She wanted to do so many things. To say so many things. But in the end, she could only stand silent as the rain continued to poor around them, the grip on her cane so tight her knuckles had turned white... ]
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But knowing what happened, and understanding why... were different matters. And she didn't disguise the nakedness of her own mire, as well, knowing what had likely lead to it all.
She was there to open the door before she even announced her presence, a warmed towel in her hand, ready to hand to Fang, ready to... to do something. Anything. To comfort her. To yell at her. To just...
She wanted to do so many things. To say so many things. But in the end, she could only stand silent as the rain continued to poor around them, the grip on her cane so tight her knuckles had turned white... ]