[ Alina plucks at a stray thread on the blanket anxiously. It isn't easy to talk about Mal's disappearance, just how deeply it has shaken her. She hasn't had the luxury to be anything but resilient, but it's exhausting. Sam has already seen her crack, and so she's retreated to this room to guard her vulnerabilities.
With Ciri though... it's different. She doesn't make Alina feel like an outsider or struggle to belong. It's easy and comfortable, and that is at least a small consolation so she doesn't feel quite so abandoned. ]
We looked all over. It's like he just disappeared. [ She's still careful with her words though. ] We've been apart before, but I always knew where he was.
[ Mostly. She doesn't count the time his letters had been stolen before she could receive them, isolation cutting just as deeply now. She sighs, a little pained, but there is no fixing it now. How could she not hold on tighter? ]
Are you doing okay?
[ She tips her head up, hand brushing back against Ciri's, seeking a small bit of comfort and connection. ]
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With Ciri though... it's different. She doesn't make Alina feel like an outsider or struggle to belong. It's easy and comfortable, and that is at least a small consolation so she doesn't feel quite so abandoned. ]
We looked all over. It's like he just disappeared. [ She's still careful with her words though. ] We've been apart before, but I always knew where he was.
[ Mostly. She doesn't count the time his letters had been stolen before she could receive them, isolation cutting just as deeply now. She sighs, a little pained, but there is no fixing it now. How could she not hold on tighter? ]
Are you doing okay?
[ She tips her head up, hand brushing back against Ciri's, seeking a small bit of comfort and connection. ]