(My unknown deer) He approached, hooves prickling the ground like cactus-needles driven in to soft flesh. Beads jangled from the old velvet that just couldn't seem to slough off his antlers; feathers twirled and danced in the icy late-fall wind. A grunt puffed with the warm steam of the Whitetail's breath. His neck straight out, creeping forward as if sensing a danger, unsure.
Closer he sneaked, closer until he could touch her with his nose. Sniff to inhale, exhale with a slight whuff and another puff of steam. Ears pinned, before curiously starting to turn and listen. Female? The deer queried. His liquid cocoa eyes squinted at her, trying to discern what was so wrong. I smell fear on you?
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@ FaunGrae-
She heard something alien, the tinkle of foreign objects as a stag came close. She moved her head, but did not raise it, looking up from the ground as his nose touched her fur."I-" she quivered,"I lost him. Why? There is anger, and the sky- everything- it's changing and red and too bright."
@ Sianna- "Hnnn...I..will be alright. It's just dreams, right? Just....dreams. What can I do about it? He won't ever leave me; I wasn't there."
Just dreams? He says nothing yet, letting only their breathing and the sounds of the forest be heard. He sometimes wondered, sometimes became confused, lapsing into the darkest corners of his mind, into fantasy while still rooted to the ground... living reality. Her words rang through his ears and played on repeat. Part of it made sense, the other half... he was entirely lost. "We can not always fight our dreams", he says, soon placing himself before the doe. "What do you mean, he will never leave you, you were not there?".
The stag tilted his head, letting those big eyes melt out of their squint. I would have to know how. Who, your mate, perhaps? Breathe to lose the anger. grunt If it's too bright, close your eyes. The Whitetail sputtered phrases in a similar way to the doe. Tines to the sky and nose out straight, again the beast sniffed the air. Huffing in and out, it could sense no danger. One ear was trained on the doe and the other on the world.
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@ Sianna; "No....no we can't,"she replied sullenly, curling up on herself a little further."I mean what I say. It was my fault, wasn't it? And that cannot, will not, be forgiven." Amethyst eyes would quickly avert from the stranger. "I hid it from myself, for far too long. I must face it, but I do not know how."
@ FaunGrae; "My child. And....you can't see it. Not here. The light is for dreaming."She was too disconcerted to notice his odd manner, probably driving it further with her own odd tones. The ginger took his advice, and breathed a little more through her nose. A calm distress still lurked ever present, no matter what she did."It should never have happened; he should be alive."
Hmmh... The sound of thought was quick and rumbling. How? He finally asked, peering down at the doe as she lay at his hooves. After another brief moment, the stag decided it might be more comforting to settle beside her... or rather not quite beside her because he did not know if it were okay, so he was a little bit away from her person. The light is for dreaming?
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She looked up a little when he sat closer, feeling more comforted with someone nearby. Now she too would sit up."It's- it's not...there. Its not natural; not meant to be there. You don't see it here; you see that kind of thing in dreams, right?" She murmured, trying to convince herself. It had all seemed so real; those sudden contrasts, the sudden black of the pond. Like a rotting body. "I'm afraid. I don't want to sleep. I dont know what happened to him but....I should have been there!" Her voice began to rise with anger, and she stood up at once, pawing and trotting in circles. "Someone killed him; murdered a little helpless thing. That's cold, that is."
The Whitetail softened. You only see it in hm... Come on... what was the word in this language? Ah! ..Nightmares. The stag watched her rise to her hooves and begin an odd routine. He shifted. Was she right in the head? You do have nightmares, right? Not something... ah... different? A pink tongue darted out to lick the corner of his mouth.
She was starting to agitate him. Why in the forest would she be acting this way over a dream? Something unreal?
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Forward motion, two black feathers tapping against her chest with her stride. The little blue made her way through the forest with nary a step wrong, knowing it well. A blue and white butterfly fluttered with her, though she never expected them to accompany her with such loyalty. Head tilted upward, she took a deep breath and quickened her pace with the intention of warming her body and dispelling the creeping cold from her bones, her joints.
It was a time of pointless wandering the forest before anything caught her attention. Upon the wind she caught a scent, one that was familiar and relaxing. As she approached, however, it was plain to see that the owner of such a scent was not at all in such a relaxed state of mind presently. A pair of blue ears tilted back in uncertainty, reading the posture and scent of the larger doe. The shivering - true it was winter, however the sun had risen and warmed those beneath. It was certainly not chilly in the sun's direct light. Her posture was not attentive or happy, rather it appeared slumped. The very sent of the larger doe spoke of something being amiss with her. No longer pausing in her step, the stride lengthened and with an element of grace, a smaller figure came to stand beside the unmoving heap.
Beneath her cherished mask, two eyes of a dark, yet warm brown fix upon the cause of her concern. They lift only to dart from one side to another, and when satisfied with both sight and sound returning the all clear, her body dropped to the ground. Words did not leap forth from her mouth at first, however when they were ready to, she shifted closer to the beautifully marked doe slightly. "Sorrel. Sweet and kind Sorrel. Is it truly so cold, here in the sun?" she questions. Though usually the roe deer would prefer to be direct with her friends and ask them what was wrong, she was cautious for once.
Perhaps it was that she suspected that it was merely the cold hindering and upsetting the other doe, or perhaps that her friend was desperate for a way out of answering. Whatever the case, secretly, the doe with two butterflies upon her back needed a truthful answer that would restore her confidence; which usually came in the form of honesty, love and devotion. Rejection could crumble this confidence if it was done by one who was respected and loved deeply.
"Yes, yes yesses; nightmares. I see things that aren't there and everything is different and the colours change and everything is wrong and-" she bit her tongue to stop herself blurting more, aware of his confusion now. "Forgive me, ser." Quickly going silent, she looked away, towards the pond.
@Ammy;
It had been a long afternoon, with the occasional visitor arriving to see what was wrong. Whatever else had happened, the doe had long since returned to her spot, only moving her eyes when she heard new steps. Here was one she knew, and lifted her head for before she arrived. Looking up at the tiny doe as she sat down beside her, the ginger's mane bristled a little, like a cat purring. "Taaaaaa~" was all she bothered to say, almost like a child. She listened to her friend, and for a while was silent, ears flickering, until something seemed to click.
"It's....cold. Always been cold; for him. My head is full of it." It was all she would reveal, curling up on herself to rest her head on a leg. Amethyst eyes would occasionally dart towards the mini before away again. "Howww.....howw do you get rid of that?"
Inclining her head, she waited for her friend's reply with patience. When it came, she found herself hard-pressed to reply due to a lack of understanding in the words. Him? And her head was filled with what, exactly? Puzzled, she did nothing to hide this expression as it lapsed through her eyes and muzzle. Though, such may not even have been noticed by the deranged female, especially due to the mask upon the blue one's face.
A tilt of the head, and she brought down her neck and masked face downward to allow softer speech. "It depends on what you desire to be rid of." she spoke, "The cold? It may be dispelled by curling beside the heat of another body." she took the doe literally and spoke of physical cures, though uncertain of what her friend truly meant. With that, however, she came closer and set her own body beside Sorrel's, sharing warmth despite her own small stature.
The ginger was still silent, but listening and grateful for the comfort. Mulling over thoughts, it was sometime before she spoke again. "I'm cold," she mumbled, almost in a miserable voice. "My heart is cold. I am cold. I am bad and now he is cold too." Again, silent, before she lfited her head from her flank to look at her companion. "Did you ever meet him? Before...," a nervous swallow to clear her throat, as if she was being judged; "...well...before........nevermind."
Senses fixed upon her friend, save for a single ear which tilted backward. A display of feeling uneasiness. She knew that death made one cold and stiff like an inanimate object, entirely torn of anything lifelike. Whilst she had appeared to have figured that much out from Sorrel's speech, the other's sorrow drowned out most of the rationality from her words. Yet uncertainty brewed in regard to her conclusion, so the doe did not weigh too heavily upon it when she responded to the question. An attempt to be gentle and yet honest was made, deeply troubled that a mere word could cause a reaction of dire severity.
"It depends of who you speak. There are many who live within the forest. If you spoke his name, I may find it easier to place" she responded. Concern overruled curiosity and thus she kept a question or two held back. The mind was a fragile thing - something that Talla had begun to understand. She was, however, aware that no amount of galloping could leave the mind's anguish in the dust entirely.
She didn't want to speak suddenly. A wall went up in her head, screaming alarms, don't tell her this, don't tell anyone, they'll just hurt you. But she resisted. Here was her best friend; she had enough sense left to realise that, in the end. Placing her orange-streaked face in the grass as if it were some fluffy pillow to comfort her, she closed those pale eyes.
"M-my...my son." It was strangled out of her throat, with another one of those guilty swallows of growing spit. "Sss-sson.....little suns....do you have one?" The ginger even tried smiling here, as if attempting to make a perfectly normal conversation, on any other normal day or occassion. A coverup to hide it, a clear fake. "He was fat with youth....," nothing else was said as she began nuzziling the ground, trying to snuggle something comfortable that wasn't there at all.
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When Sorrel lowered her head, Talla's rested lightly upon the back of her neck and nibbled gently at the fur there. Having recognised this was indeed something serious and deciding to do all in her power to give comfort in a time of need. Thus, teeth continued against the fur of her friend; grooming as if merely this could make everything alright. Of course, she knew better, but such an attitude could - perhaps - help. It was worth a try, wasn't it?
Closing her eyes, Talla took a deep breath and nuzzled affectionately Sorrel's side with her muzzle. She spoke softly. "I do not believe we ever did meet. And I have not ever had a child, son or daughter." and feeling as if this was inadequate in a comforting manner, continued, "Never have I been privileged so." She was slightly confused at Sorrel's fake smile. For she knew it was just that, however a moment passed - and only one - before Talla did know that such a smile was not to be an indication of feeling better at all but rather an attempt at normality, perhaps. Soon as Sorrel began to nuzzle the ground and bend grass, the little blue doe stood and moved before her, pushing her own head underneath her friend's.
The doe sighed calmly as her friend groomed her mane, feeling upset, but now more calm and relaxed. Perhaps things would be easier to say now. She allowed Talla to comfort her as she did without moving, resting her head gently on the blue mini's neck.
"He was....wonderful." Taking it slow, but getting it out there. "He......died. And I didn't stop it." Resisting the temptation to go back to the earth, she stayed as still as possible, blinking once or flicking an ear as a moment passed, gathering her thoughts before saying anything else. It was difficult to get out, but Sorrel now knew it was about time. "I think I could have prevented it. But I found him, too late! I'm always too late."
Concern continued to run high within her veins, and so the little blue refrained from answering Sorrel's words just yet and instead held her breath for a moment. Her eyes, a deep brown, closed momentarily and upon being opened once more, she spoke. "You must rise. No good shall come of you resting here." and it was said confidently, for this was her friend and one she cared for deeply. Having rested in this place for long and having felt the cold despite sunshine's warmth, the blue doe decided it was time to move her friend. Anywhere.
Talla knew what it was like to miss something, for she often missed friends, dear ones. There was one she seldom missed however and not due to a lack of care. Ears flew upward and with a glance to the butterfly that had landed upon her shoulder, an idea began to surface and form within her mind. The Atvana-butterflies helped Talla it's deer form was not present - which was nearly always. It gave her something to hold onto and remember Atvana with. An ear flew backwards as thoughts raced along. Explaining everything to Sorrel would do very little good, for it was unlikely that the explanation would be understood whilst the doe was in a state of mind so fragile.
To The Ruins, then. If Sorrel refused to rise, little Talla was prepared to... do something, for she could not do nothing.
Something grumbled under the doe's breath before she stood up, slowly on her long limbs. Slowly moving forward, Sorrel sniffed lightly at the butterfly that had alighted on her friend's shoulder. Strange. Flicking her orange-topped tail frantically, she let the blue mini think for a while. Then, assuming they were moving, she'd dawdile behind Talla; as slow as she was going, eventually they would reach the ruins. If she had any clue as to what the idea was, and the more obvious it grew the closer they came, she didn't show it, stubbornly making her mind go blank for now. Watching the old building from afar, she eyed it for strangers, and any she found- usually resting- would be met with a nervous twitch of lips and nose.
"The many." It was all she would say, lavender eyes passing over the edgings of the domain. Graves.
Everything about her friend seemed slow, perhaps sluggish even, as they walked in silence to the Ruins. The graves, indeed, for this was Talla's goal. Eventually, they would come to stand before the marked, shaped stones that protruded from the ground all around the Ruin's structure. She had not picked any particular grave, no, that was not her decision to make at all.
'The many'. It was several moments before Talla recognised what Sorrel was referring to, and it was only upon looking up to the numerous headstones that she did realise what her dear friend could mean. Of course though, numerous meant many and the graves were certainly that.
"I am aware of your sorrow, however I was also aware that staying out there with no goal would help none at all." she spoke softly, finding words to explain her idea. "Perhaps if you had a place to mourn," she said slowly, picking her words in a manner which she hoped Sorrel would grasp easily. "then you would not be so plagued, perhaps. And there would be something solid for you to mourn, rather than carrying it everywhere, a constant burden upon your shoulders. Perhaps it would be wise... to choose a grave? A place where you can honour Yew, a place that is yours and his alone?" she certainly hoped this was an idea that would settle well with her tormented friend, hoped that it was an idea that would give her some comfort that the little blue one could not provide.
Two butterflies, they danced around Sorrel. The little masked doe looked up to watch them, posture relaxed. She trusted Sorrel, and this allowed a braver side to emerge. One that those who did not know her would ever bear full witness to. It was not a secret, certainly not, and it was not a thing that would be remembered, perhaps. It was merely that those she trusted were those that she had only the best interests for. Talla held little for speaking in riddles, she preferred to be straight and true if she could.
"Ah." It came quietly while she listened, eyes never moving back to the blue doe. She was thinking, wheels turning in her mind. Was this okay? Would it be wronged in any way? At Talla's last words; a place that is yours and his alone, something appeared there. No one would get to him ever again. If she'd blurted her thoughts like she usually did, the mini probably would have seen something dangerous....but she didn't. Protect him at all costs.
If she needed any more encouragement, it came when the butterflies were closer. Yes; this would make things right. She could find him again, and no one would be allowed near unless she permitted it. "Yes." It came suddenly, as if a curtain was lifted from the window that was her lavender eyes. The winged dancers left from her horns, twirling upwards and away, and it was then that the doe stepped forward to claim her spot.
She walked slowly, but after a few steps, surely. One in the corner; a small cross, as old as the others. Damaged by time and grown over, but well aged.
After a little rest, she rose again, looking at the stone for a while. "I can always find him here..." now he focus was on her friend. "Things will be better now." A smile, now sincere, was there to reassure them both.
(My unknown deer) He
He approached, hooves prickling the ground like cactus-needles driven in to soft flesh. Beads jangled from the old velvet that just couldn't seem to slough off his antlers; feathers twirled and danced in the icy late-fall wind. A grunt puffed with the warm steam of the Whitetail's breath. His neck straight out, creeping forward as if sensing a danger, unsure.
Closer he sneaked, closer until he could touch her with his nose. Sniff to inhale, exhale with a slight whuff and another puff of steam. Ears pinned, before curiously starting to turn and listen. Female? The deer queried. His liquid cocoa eyes squinted at her, trying to discern what was so wrong. I smell fear on you?
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@ FaunGrae- She heard
She heard something alien, the tinkle of foreign objects as a stag came close. She moved her head, but did not raise it, looking up from the ground as his nose touched her fur. "I-" she quivered, "I lost him. Why? There is anger, and the sky- everything- it's changing and red and too bright."
@ Sianna-
"Hnnn...I..will be alright. It's just dreams, right? Just....dreams. What can I do about it? He won't ever leave me; I wasn't there."
Just dreams? He says nothing
The stag tilted his head,
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@ Sianna; "No....no we
"No....no we can't,"she replied sullenly, curling up on herself a little further."I mean what I say. It was my fault, wasn't it? And that cannot, will not, be forgiven." Amethyst eyes would quickly avert from the stranger. "I hid it from myself, for far too long. I must face it, but I do not know how."
@ FaunGrae;
"My child. And....you can't see it. Not here. The light is for dreaming."She was too disconcerted to notice his odd manner, probably driving it further with her own odd tones. The ginger took his advice, and breathed a little more through her nose. A calm distress still lurked ever present, no matter what she did."It should never have happened; he should be alive."
Hmmh... The sound of thought
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She looked up a little when
The Whitetail softened. You
She was starting to agitate him. Why in the forest would she be acting this way over a dream? Something unreal?
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Forward motion, two black
It was a time of pointless wandering the forest before anything caught her attention. Upon the wind she caught a scent, one that was familiar and relaxing. As she approached, however, it was plain to see that the owner of such a scent was not at all in such a relaxed state of mind presently. A pair of blue ears tilted back in uncertainty, reading the posture and scent of the larger doe. The shivering - true it was winter, however the sun had risen and warmed those beneath. It was certainly not chilly in the sun's direct light. Her posture was not attentive or happy, rather it appeared slumped. The very sent of the larger doe spoke of something being amiss with her. No longer pausing in her step, the stride lengthened and with an element of grace, a smaller figure came to stand beside the unmoving heap.
Beneath her cherished mask, two eyes of a dark, yet warm brown fix upon the cause of her concern. They lift only to dart from one side to another, and when satisfied with both sight and sound returning the all clear, her body dropped to the ground. Words did not leap forth from her mouth at first, however when they were ready to, she shifted closer to the beautifully marked doe slightly. "Sorrel. Sweet and kind Sorrel. Is it truly so cold, here in the sun?" she questions. Though usually the roe deer would prefer to be direct with her friends and ask them what was wrong, she was cautious for once.
Perhaps it was that she suspected that it was merely the cold hindering and upsetting the other doe, or perhaps that her friend was desperate for a way out of answering. Whatever the case, secretly, the doe with two butterflies upon her back needed a truthful answer that would restore her confidence; which usually came in the form of honesty, love and devotion. Rejection could crumble this confidence if it was done by one who was respected and loved deeply.
@FaunGrae; "Yes, yes yesses;
@FaunGrae;
"Yes, yes yesses; nightmares. I see things that aren't there and everything is different and the colours change and everything is wrong and-" she bit her tongue to stop herself blurting more, aware of his confusion now. "Forgive me, ser." Quickly going silent, she looked away, towards the pond.
@Ammy;
It had been a long afternoon, with the occasional visitor arriving to see what was wrong. Whatever else had happened, the doe had long since returned to her spot, only moving her eyes when she heard new steps. Here was one she knew, and lifted her head for before she arrived. Looking up at the tiny doe as she sat down beside her, the ginger's mane bristled a little, like a cat purring. "Taaaaaa~" was all she bothered to say, almost like a child. She listened to her friend, and for a while was silent, ears flickering, until something seemed to click.
"It's....cold. Always been cold; for him. My head is full of it." It was all she would reveal, curling up on herself to rest her head on a leg. Amethyst eyes would occasionally dart towards the mini before away again. "Howww.....howw do you get rid of that?"
Inclining her head, she
A tilt of the head, and she brought down her neck and masked face downward to allow softer speech. "It depends on what you desire to be rid of." she spoke, "The cold? It may be dispelled by curling beside the heat of another body." she took the doe literally and spoke of physical cures, though uncertain of what her friend truly meant. With that, however, she came closer and set her own body beside Sorrel's, sharing warmth despite her own small stature.
The ginger was still silent,
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Senses fixed upon her friend,
"It depends of who you speak. There are many who live within the forest. If you spoke his name, I may find it easier to place" she responded. Concern overruled curiosity and thus she kept a question or two held back. The mind was a fragile thing - something that Talla had begun to understand. She was, however, aware that no amount of galloping could leave the mind's anguish in the dust entirely.
She didn't want to speak
"M-my...my son." It was strangled out of her throat, with another one of those guilty swallows of growing spit. "Sss-sson.....little suns....do you have one?" The ginger even tried smiling here, as if attempting to make a perfectly normal conversation, on any other normal day or occassion. A coverup to hide it, a clear fake. "He was fat with youth....," nothing else was said as she began nuzziling the ground, trying to snuggle something comfortable that wasn't there at all.
{FFF. I didn't see this.
When Sorrel lowered her head, Talla's rested lightly upon the back of her neck and nibbled gently at the fur there. Having recognised this was indeed something serious and deciding to do all in her power to give comfort in a time of need. Thus, teeth continued against the fur of her friend; grooming as if merely this could make everything alright. Of course, she knew better, but such an attitude could - perhaps - help. It was worth a try, wasn't it?
Closing her eyes, Talla took a deep breath and nuzzled affectionately Sorrel's side with her muzzle. She spoke softly. "I do not believe we ever did meet. And I have not ever had a child, son or daughter." and feeling as if this was inadequate in a comforting manner, continued, "Never have I been privileged so." She was slightly confused at Sorrel's fake smile. For she knew it was just that, however a moment passed - and only one - before Talla did know that such a smile was not to be an indication of feeling better at all but rather an attempt at normality, perhaps. Soon as Sorrel began to nuzzle the ground and bend grass, the little blue doe stood and moved before her, pushing her own head underneath her friend's.
The doe sighed calmly as her
"He was....wonderful." Taking it slow, but getting it out there. "He......died. And I didn't stop it." Resisting the temptation to go back to the earth, she stayed as still as possible, blinking once or flicking an ear as a moment passed, gathering her thoughts before saying anything else. It was difficult to get out, but Sorrel now knew it was about time. "I think I could have prevented it. But I found him, too late! I'm always too late."
Concern continued to run high
Talla knew what it was like to miss something, for she often missed friends, dear ones. There was one she seldom missed however and not due to a lack of care. Ears flew upward and with a glance to the butterfly that had landed upon her shoulder, an idea began to surface and form within her mind. The Atvana-butterflies helped Talla it's deer form was not present - which was nearly always. It gave her something to hold onto and remember Atvana with. An ear flew backwards as thoughts raced along. Explaining everything to Sorrel would do very little good, for it was unlikely that the explanation would be understood whilst the doe was in a state of mind so fragile.
To The Ruins, then. If Sorrel refused to rise, little Talla was prepared to... do something, for she could not do nothing.
Something grumbled under the
"The many." It was all she would say, lavender eyes passing over the edgings of the domain. Graves.
Everything about her friend
'The many'. It was several moments before Talla recognised what Sorrel was referring to, and it was only upon looking up to the numerous headstones that she did realise what her dear friend could mean. Of course though, numerous meant many and the graves were certainly that.
"I am aware of your sorrow, however I was also aware that staying out there with no goal would help none at all." she spoke softly, finding words to explain her idea. "Perhaps if you had a place to mourn," she said slowly, picking her words in a manner which she hoped Sorrel would grasp easily. "then you would not be so plagued, perhaps. And there would be something solid for you to mourn, rather than carrying it everywhere, a constant burden upon your shoulders. Perhaps it would be wise... to choose a grave? A place where you can honour Yew, a place that is yours and his alone?" she certainly hoped this was an idea that would settle well with her tormented friend, hoped that it was an idea that would give her some comfort that the little blue one could not provide.
Two butterflies, they danced around Sorrel. The little masked doe looked up to watch them, posture relaxed. She trusted Sorrel, and this allowed a braver side to emerge. One that those who did not know her would ever bear full witness to. It was not a secret, certainly not, and it was not a thing that would be remembered, perhaps. It was merely that those she trusted were those that she had only the best interests for. Talla held little for speaking in riddles, she preferred to be straight and true if she could.
"Ah." It came quietly while
If she needed any more encouragement, it came when the butterflies were closer. Yes; this would make things right. She could find him again, and no one would be allowed near unless she permitted it. "Yes." It came suddenly, as if a curtain was lifted from the window that was her lavender eyes. The winged dancers left from her horns, twirling upwards and away, and it was then that the doe stepped forward to claim her spot.
She walked slowly, but after a few steps, surely. One in the corner; a small cross, as old as the others. Damaged by time and grown over, but well aged.
After a little rest, she rose again, looking at the stone for a while. "I can always find him here..." now he focus was on her friend. "Things will be better now." A smile, now sincere, was there to reassure them both.