[Sheryl's not expecting the change in position and it catches her off guard, but aside from a moment of stiffness in her posture there's no hesitation or uncertainty. Konoha is warm, and her arms are strong, and even if it feels a little odd to have two sets of limbs around her, she's not going to complain. Not as she buries her face into Konoha's shoulder, tears hot and angry and sad and bitter flowing from the corners of her eyes.

She doesn't say anything, her fingertips pressing into Konoha's human back, the sound of her tears wet and sloppy and not at all the image of the cool, practiced idol. She grieves, and that's all she can do for the moment.

Just one more. Would that have been so hard? Such an impossible task for an omnipotent witch?

She's not sure how long they weep together. But eventually, tears cry themselves out, and she's left sniffling as the fire burns behind her.] I don't know... what I'll do if that happens again, Konoha.

I can't let it happen again. I won't. I'm not going to!

[But what can she realistically do about it?]