Noctisardor Bypass YOU'RE FIT TO LEARN THE MEANING OF A BEATDOWN, MADNESS, CHAOS IN THE BRAIN

Nothing was ever so simple, was it?
Mae, Wren's voice cuts through the sobs like a dull knife. What do you do when a child cries over you? Her ears bend into a splay, eyes desperately searching for hers in an attempt to get her to look up. it's not your job to worry about me, alright? I'm okay. Look, see? she awkwardly holds out a trembling foreleg; no cuts or bruises visible. Just-- just breathe, yeah? Yah hear me?
Slinking closer on her knees, she then extends the limbs out in an offer of an embrace. What else was there to do? Her chest thrums with the sound of her wretched weeping and every cell in her body contributes to biting back her own. It's okay. You're gonna pass out, kid, c'mon--
The booming arrival of Arric to the scene nearly causes the façade to rupture. Breath in, breath out; slow, tactful. Arric, she meets his tired eyes with a softness to her own. jeez, you look like hell, man. It's-- she's fine. I'm fine. Let me handle this one.