[Sheryl lets Konoha hold her arms, lets the jinba's strong grip take hold of her as she weeps, pressing her face to the back of the other woman's shoulder and trying not to cry in kind. It's difficult, and there is perhaps a little dampness on Konoha's skin right where it meets Sheryl's eyes.
She doesn't shush her. She doesn't say it'll be okay. This is a time for grieving, after all, and who knows if it will ever be the same?]
I haven't, either... it was awful. It doesn't seem fair.
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She doesn't shush her. She doesn't say it'll be okay. This is a time for grieving, after all, and who knows if it will ever be the same?]
I haven't, either... it was awful. It doesn't seem fair.