Silvertip Mountain it is your blood in my veins, tell me how i'm supposed to forget

Alya's gaze softened from politely curious to something like sympathy. She could never understand quite what the girl was going through, having lost very little in her short little life - but that didn't mean she couldn't see the sorrow writ in the lines of the other's face.

"Hey, don't be sad," said Alya, closing the distance between them and fluttering around the other, reluctant to touch without permission but aching to curl up with her and offer comfort, the same as her sisters would do for her. "None of that, now, okay?" It was a weak attempt at humor, and Alya immediately regretted it. She said some really dumb stuff, sometimes. "Shit - I'm sorry, Cascada. I never say the right thing...."