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Myrika is by Raze!
The quiet was not so much stillness or lack of noise as it was lack of speech -- she could hear many things quite well, least of all the near panting of the smaller figure beside her, the thundering of a too-loud heartbeat, and even the fainter noises of something giving way beneath sharp claws. Her blue-green eyes glanced down, and she herself wanted to extract herself from their half-embrace and prostrate herself before Cassie and beg for forgiveness, but she refused the urge, however powerful it was. The gurgle of hurt in her sister's voice was only a small and disjointed piece, something she did not understand as of yet, and Myrika needed no superior perception to ascertain it was just that -- a very small piece. None of what else?
She rubbed softly with her one hand and reached out in offering of the other, crossing it awkwardly across her tawny body so her sister might easily reach without stretching the wounded shoulder too much. It's okay, she said, quietly, repeating the phrase a few times. She knew the feeling too well, though -- she should have never told Tyveni anything. If she had simply offered to go away with her as a friend, maybe there would still be some chance for them?
You can tell me, she added. Nothing bad can happen if you do. Her voice was awfully soft, as if she herself was afraid to drive away with speech and questions the small part of Cassie's hurt given to her.
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