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Myrika is by Aly!
Myri tried to recall, but could not, a time before when she had felt quite so prostrated and useless. She didn't need to be told there were a great many somethings weighing over her sister, for the presence beside her was different from any she recalled. Weights, pressure, shoving, kneading, and all manner of things had shaped the youth she'd once known into a cringing and stiffening creature. There were stains and marks more permanent than the temporary marks on the colorless fur and pink flesh. She did not dare ask, and maybe knew there would be no satisfying answer, only avoidance or, at best, some vague detail or enigmatic, clipped phrase. Even then, even if she knew, she'd still be helpless to fix or do.
Though her perspective was not so unbiased where she herself was concerned, Myri did not think herself so different from the canine she had been once. Maybe she was, though? Ezekiel had conditioned her in such a surreptitious way she was never even aware it was happening until it was far too late. This brought a new uneasiness upon her, though it was mild compared to the rest. Little could compete with the steadily sinking feeling, the heaviness on her shoulders that made her slouch and hunch down herself. She thought she'd forgotten, but maybe she had only buried it a while.
The quiet voice and single word did not make her withdraw. She pressed her cheek against the pale shoulder, gently rubbing her hand over an accessible and unwounded forearm. The whines and cries above her ears were audible and she herself felt like reflecting them, but Myri was required to be strong for the clan. She could therefore stand to be strong for her sister, too, and would be cried upon without venting her own frustrations. She'd hold her as long as she was permitted to do so. Still, she exhaled a held breath shakily to steady herself and drew in another just as unsteadily, only just barely keeping her composure -- and even then, on one of her breaths there was a small whine despite her efforts.
She wanted to carry her sister to the sea and make her clean again. There was only the bucket of water and useless damned rags, and Myrika did not know if the water belonging to Inferni would even be enough. It was bought, after all, with the blood and broken skulls of many coyotes and wolves both, with fire and smoke and ash, with more deaths than even Kaena could remember. And all of that -- now hers.
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