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Feiyn takes a seat next to Aeshan, the elf quietly petting the now-still cat that had once been his faithful pet. No, still— still was faithful, even in death. She can see the defeat in his face, his hand trembling— he’s controlling the shake of his entire body, but Feiyn can see the emotional duress. “She love Aeshan— she serve faithfully. Feiyn think she hung on ‘til ‘Shan came back, so she could be comfy.” Feiyn puts an arm around Aeshan, squeezing him.
“Don’t cry!” She panics as tears race down the elf’s face, his expression finally crumpling into one of anguish.
“I have seen so many die, and I—” he bursts into tears, and Feiyn ‘shhhh’s him, pulling him close to her chest.
“Shh, it ok… Aeshan, it ok. Feiyn here. Let it all out,” she mumbles, rubbing his back.
OOC: AESHAN AND FEIYN ARE NERDS