[She doesn't know what to say. Honestly, what can she say, to all that?
There are feelings that she's still kept buried and shrugged off. Bringing a sleeve to her eyes, she wipes whatever residual tears linger before smiling.]
Thank you. I think that... even if I still can't remember everything, I can still move forward and continue to make those choices that I won't regret.
[...]
...Hey, Firefly. Can I say something that's a little selfish?
[As much as she, too, wants to move forward, to keep moving on the path she hopes will lead her to the life she so desperately wants... she can't help but keep looking back, at the blood left in her wake.
... But she can't let herself linger on that. Not in this moment.]
Of course. You're always allowed to be a little selfish here.
[There's a hint of hesitation, but eventually she asks--]
Can I stay the night? [It isn't what she really wants to ask, but it's a start.] Usually I'd be working in the evenings, but I'm sure everyone'll understand if I close the doors and get myself resettled for one day.
[And to contrast, there's no hesitation at all from Firefly.]
Everyone's allowed to take some time to themselves, and with how these shifts in memories happen, I'm sure they'll understand. Besides...
[Now it's time for Firefly to hesitate, before she moves her hand again to thread her fingers through Stelle's.]
... Maybe it's selfish of me, but... I don't want to leave you tonight. Not after how shaken you looked when I first opened the door. So let me make you something warm to drink, and I can pull out a few blankets, and we can relax here until it's time to sleep, okay?
[Stelle's quiet for a moment but soon that all too familiar, soft smile settles on her face.
It's almost too tempting to lean into Firefly's touch, but... if she does that, she might wind up melting and saying the words that are really on her mind.]
[With the heavy cloud above them lifting a little, Firefly feels assured enough to let go of Stelle's hands and scurry off into the kitchen. This will call for some of the nice hot chocolate...
As she putters around, grabbing the fixings and a couple of mugs, she calls back out to Stelle.]
And don't worry about where you'll sleep tonight! I don't mind taking the couch, so you can stay in my room.
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There are feelings that she's still kept buried and shrugged off. Bringing a sleeve to her eyes, she wipes whatever residual tears linger before smiling.]
Thank you. I think that... even if I still can't remember everything, I can still move forward and continue to make those choices that I won't regret.
[...]
...Hey, Firefly. Can I say something that's a little selfish?
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And that's another reason I admire you so much.
[As much as she, too, wants to move forward, to keep moving on the path she hopes will lead her to the life she so desperately wants... she can't help but keep looking back, at the blood left in her wake.
... But she can't let herself linger on that. Not in this moment.]
Of course. You're always allowed to be a little selfish here.
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[There's a hint of hesitation, but eventually she asks--]
Can I stay the night? [It isn't what she really wants to ask, but it's a start.] Usually I'd be working in the evenings, but I'm sure everyone'll understand if I close the doors and get myself resettled for one day.
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[And to contrast, there's no hesitation at all from Firefly.]
Everyone's allowed to take some time to themselves, and with how these shifts in memories happen, I'm sure they'll understand. Besides...
[Now it's time for Firefly to hesitate, before she moves her hand again to thread her fingers through Stelle's.]
... Maybe it's selfish of me, but... I don't want to leave you tonight. Not after how shaken you looked when I first opened the door. So let me make you something warm to drink, and I can pull out a few blankets, and we can relax here until it's time to sleep, okay?
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It's almost too tempting to lean into Firefly's touch, but... if she does that, she might wind up melting and saying the words that are really on her mind.]
Thanks. Should I find a place to sit?
[She's already taking her heels off...]
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[With the heavy cloud above them lifting a little, Firefly feels assured enough to let go of Stelle's hands and scurry off into the kitchen. This will call for some of the nice hot chocolate...
As she putters around, grabbing the fixings and a couple of mugs, she calls back out to Stelle.]
And don't worry about where you'll sleep tonight! I don't mind taking the couch, so you can stay in my room.
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[Stelle answers with a bit of a frown. Even if she's less shaken now that doesn't mean that she wants to sleep alone.]
We can share the bed.