Of course, Nephthys agrees. She understands. Even since their start, their cat-and-mouse chase to outpreform the other, there's always been some sort of unspoken kinship between the two wolves. Leera feels this connection now, more than ever, this quiet and sisterly bond.
She says nothing in response to her companion, only closes her eyes gently and bows her head. It's a trying time for Nephthys, she knows, so perhaps she'd just like to rest a bit. They've talked enough. They've laid out their souls for the other to see. "It'll do you good to get some rest, flower," she murmurs after a short while, already beginning to lull off to sleep herself. She curls closer to Nephthys, sets her chin on her paws, and lets the world slip away for a while, surrounded by a numbing dreamscape.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
