( Her own arms slide around Lily to bring her closer, to sink into this warmth and give it back, offer steady support should she need. Offer as much comfort as she herself is receiving. To remind herself that these violent hands can still nurture, be it through cooking or holding that which is dear.
She'll gently try to steer them toward the foot of the bed. That they may wish to be tireless doesn't make it so, and Lily sounds so tired that it hurts her heart. Emilia wonders if making the trek to this room only made it worse, in which case, she'd like to make sure that Lily rests. )
It isn't stupid. You simply aren't cynical. You choose to act from a place of love.
( Her tone is firm, even as it's low. Lily believes and she tries, and she's perhaps one of the kindest people Emilia's ever met. Smart as a tack, but she couldn't have known just how deep Taravast's underbelly ran. None of them could have. Now they've learned better. )
My grandmother once said love was the most powerful magic. ( A hint of rue twists her lips. ) I don't think I understood when she said it. I might've taken it too literally, too sentimentally. And at the time, I was too angry to want to understand.
( She still is. She doesn't think that piece of her soul will ever stop howling. )
We'll need more than weapons and fire to defeat them. They will attack everywhere despair might live, so they may leave their cold behind. But I think it exists too in how we can treat each other and ourselves. Every time we lose heart. Every time we cede. I think, then, perhaps one of the best things we can do is hold on to those loving parts of us, even when they grow weary.
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She'll gently try to steer them toward the foot of the bed. That they may wish to be tireless doesn't make it so, and Lily sounds so tired that it hurts her heart. Emilia wonders if making the trek to this room only made it worse, in which case, she'd like to make sure that Lily rests. )
It isn't stupid. You simply aren't cynical. You choose to act from a place of love.
( Her tone is firm, even as it's low. Lily believes and she tries, and she's perhaps one of the kindest people Emilia's ever met. Smart as a tack, but she couldn't have known just how deep Taravast's underbelly ran. None of them could have. Now they've learned better. )
My grandmother once said love was the most powerful magic. ( A hint of rue twists her lips. ) I don't think I understood when she said it. I might've taken it too literally, too sentimentally. And at the time, I was too angry to want to understand.
( She still is. She doesn't think that piece of her soul will ever stop howling. )
We'll need more than weapons and fire to defeat them. They will attack everywhere despair might live, so they may leave their cold behind. But I think it exists too in how we can treat each other and ourselves. Every time we lose heart. Every time we cede. I think, then, perhaps one of the best things we can do is hold on to those loving parts of us, even when they grow weary.