Konoha has always known the world wasn’t fair. Her own birth parents she had never known, killed by wars and use by humans before she was old enough to remember. That wasn’t fair. People died just because they caught a sickness, or wasted away for lack of food, that wasn’t fair. But she’d at least been loved by a new family, scraped together enough food to live, and time to smile.]
I just wish- I just wish we could have saved more... even just one more...
[And those children wouldn’t have that chance. Not even the slimmest chance, and it’s heartbreaking.
She can’t just let Sheryl cry like that, not like this, not together but apart, and so Konoha shifts, enfolds Sheryl under a foreleg instead of beside, pulling her into a more proper frontal embrace- though with her forelegs it probably feels a bit like two embraces, her arms hugging tight around Sheryl’s shoulders and equine legs about her hips, but-
It gives them better things to cry on. Each other.]
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Konoha has always known the world wasn’t fair. Her own birth parents she had never known, killed by wars and use by humans before she was old enough to remember. That wasn’t fair. People died just because they caught a sickness, or wasted away for lack of food, that wasn’t fair. But she’d at least been loved by a new family, scraped together enough food to live, and time to smile.]
I just wish- I just wish we could have saved more... even just one more...
[And those children wouldn’t have that chance. Not even the slimmest chance, and it’s heartbreaking.
She can’t just let Sheryl cry like that, not like this, not together but apart, and so Konoha shifts, enfolds Sheryl under a foreleg instead of beside, pulling her into a more proper frontal embrace- though with her forelegs it probably feels a bit like two embraces, her arms hugging tight around Sheryl’s shoulders and equine legs about her hips, but-
It gives them better things to cry on. Each other.]