deliver me from worry

Forrest · January 15, 2018, 06:26 PM

The child was hurt, but she was not broken; Forrest took that one small flick of the ears, that tiny reassurance, and filled herself with it. She looked over her features with a gentle gaze, eyes jumping from the fear and curiosity in her eyes to the apprehension of her frame. There was a silence that was broken by the quiet sucking of Forrest's teeth and a single step forward, ending her locomotion.

I'm not here to hurt you, she told her, You and me, girl? We're the same, and me hurting you would be a disservice to myself. Forrest lifted herself a little then, only an inch or so, then bit at the inside of her cheek while she searched for the right words. You look like you've been hurting yourself enough, anyway.