[ Her head perks up as her hand falls back into her lap. There's something about that that warms her over and hits her harder than she expects. Knowing that Craig might be dead, while she's here trying to keep herself alive to bring them all back... it's something her brain wants to process. She doesn't want to think about her brother being dead, never knowing what happened to his little sister.
It hurts too much and she doesn't want this kind stranger to know what that's like either. ]
Do you... want me to help? [ Her voice is soft, yet distant. There's a guarded air about her that weaves through the compassion and understanding. ] I—I'm actually a little sister myself so... I know how worried you must feel.
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It hurts too much and she doesn't want this kind stranger to know what that's like either. ]
Do you... want me to help? [ Her voice is soft, yet distant. There's a guarded air about her that weaves through the compassion and understanding. ] I—I'm actually a little sister myself so... I know how worried you must feel.