Where to Begin...

The sun on her back kept her warm despite the chilling truth of Xi'nuata's words. Anemone knew how silence could plague one, and how the inability to truly feel able to express yourself could become physically painful. Her situation had been different, but the sentiment remained the same. Anemone had found her release, but she wondered if Xi'nuata could find hers.

If it is a worry, it is not irrelevant, Anemone points out, her eyes bright. It might be a little one and thus feel insignificant... but it will poke and prod until you are bruised by its persistence. Worries faded when things were resolved, but nothing would be resolved if Xi'nuata was unwilling to express herself to her shadow. Anemone knew that well enough.

She tilts her head. Perhaps you should ask. We do not need to know everything, but there are things we as individuals must know. It would seem knowing this is important enough to you that I personally think that you should, here, she pauses, her eyes now falling to Xi'nuata's reflection and noting that the radiant woman was looking at her before she finishes, If only for that peace of mind. Anemone keeps her gaze upon her friends reflection, shifting her weight to lean in the direction of the cinnamon wolf, their furs potentially intermingling due to their proximity.