[She can hear that shakiness in Konoha's voice, the telltale tremble of tears. It's something that she feels a lot of herself.
She stands, sort of. She winds up sitting as far up as she can on Konoha's side, right above her horse foreleg. It's close enough that she can wrap her arms around Konoha's human half from behind in a gentle embrace.]
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She stands, sort of. She winds up sitting as far up as she can on Konoha's side, right above her horse foreleg. It's close enough that she can wrap her arms around Konoha's human half from behind in a gentle embrace.]