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[priscilla]

[Priscilla bites down on her bottom lip, watching Irene's face as Sophia walks in little circles around her feet.]

[There's something there - in Irene's expressionless face. A thought, or maybe...]

[She doesn't know. Priscilla tips her head a little.]

Irene?

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

[Continuing to pet the fox as long as she'll tolerate it.]

Hm?

[Oh.]

I'm just glad something makes you less sad. Even if it is Isley.

[In a giant sea of WTF that's what matters, right? There's nothing biting in her tone, and she may as well be honest.]

[priscilla]

[This would probably be a bad time to voice some of her other thoughts on Isley... so she doesn't. Instead, she smiles a little, and nods.]

Thank you.

Being sad is very tiring. And I debated what to do with him for so long, I guess just deciding was kind of a relief. It probably would have been if I'd told him no, too.

But then I'd still be sad. Even if I were less um, stressed.

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[Probably, but she'd listen anyway.]

You're welcome.

[Smiles, just a little. Stays her hand and rises.]

I suppose being sad for so long is much the same as being afraid. Tiring.

[Nods toward the foxes, maybe even the cat(s). It really is a small zoo in here, Priscilla.]

Do they help? With the stress?

[priscilla]

A little. Even though I asked for them because I thought Irene - um, the cat - might be a little...

[...]

...because I was a little lonely.

[She gives Irene - the warrior! - a little, kind of sheepish smile.]

A few months ago, I lost a lot of things all at once. The man I loved... and my closest friend, and... I wasn't as close to Clare or Teresa as I was to Senji and Arthur, but. They mattered to me. And then they were gone. Helen and Deneve left too, in a way.

...I lost a lot. And he came, instead.

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes.

I imagine that would be ...devastating.

I'm sorry, Priscilla. Sorry you had to endure these things. And that you were lonely. You seem to have so many friends.

Some of it is beyond my experience entirely, and I find myself ...oh, at a loss for words.

Maybe there don't always have to be words.

[She smiles back - she's unused to it, never sure if it looks frightening or comforting. It could be either, but she hopes it''s the latter.]

[priscilla]

Do I seem to have a lot of friends?

I don't.

[She doesn't explain that. Instead, she watches Irene's face.]

...thank you for coming. And listening.

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

[The slightest headtilt at this]

[You don't feel as if you have many friends?]

[This would be the aforementioned loneliness? Probably. And she would wager that most of their kind feel this way - but she's a little surprised that Priscilla does.]

Many people here consider you a friend to them. It's not any consolation, is it?

And I don't mind listening. Priscilla. [I only wish I could do more than that. But she'll settle for listening.]

[priscilla]

People here are too quick to use that word. And too quick to let people in.

[She leans over and sets the fox down again and stands as she brushes the stray fur from her shoulder.]

There are probably more people who consider me a friend... than there are people I consider the same way.