[It's rare for Lup to fall into silence, but she does now, holding Atem near, letting her chin rest against his head, her skinny arms wound tightly around his shoulders.
There's no much more she could say, so many more reassurances to give, so many more jokes to throw out and try to diffuse the situation, but for some reason the silence fits. It feels natural, comfortable. And it's so rare for Lup to ever feel comfortable in silence with anyone.
She lets him hang on for as long as he needs, her ears dipped down so low they brush her own shoulders, one of her hands rubbing soothing circles against the young man's back. They're going to be fine.]
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There's no much more she could say, so many more reassurances to give, so many more jokes to throw out and try to diffuse the situation, but for some reason the silence fits. It feels natural, comfortable. And it's so rare for Lup to ever feel comfortable in silence with anyone.
She lets him hang on for as long as he needs, her ears dipped down so low they brush her own shoulders, one of her hands rubbing soothing circles against the young man's back. They're going to be fine.]