Post by Oliver on May 10, 2015 2:18:46 GMT
"They treat my like I'm made of glass! I want it to stop.. But they don't listen." She'd say this periodically when everyone were resting from their travels, and they'd gotten so used to it that they'd just give hums in reply, extending a wing to comfort the girl with. They'd noticed long ago that something was wrong, but it's not like they could do much more than listen.
"I know." And They did. They'd interacted once, and the girl had grown fond of how, even if the others insisted she were to be treated gently and not do much, they hadn't listened, giving the girl the chance to do as much as she could do. And it had grown on the girl, the chance she could do something, even if it was something simple like sparring, or carrying heavy objects.
Her eyes gazed outwards to the sky, an almost emptyness lurking behind her dark colored eyes. "Thank you, by the way." She says simply with a hum, flicking her eyes towards them, to which they just smile and nod. No words were needed.
Their understanding ran deeper than expected, afterall.