Where we find ourselves

Despite himself, despite the deep sadness he seemed unable to shake Emile couldn't help but smile slightly upon spotting his sister, white dusted paws rounding a corner to find her hunched over and panting and yet she greeted him all the same. "Lil." He said, his tone light, already adept at hiding the grief he was otherwise drowning in. In truth Emile was also greatful that his sister's nickname was short, it gave him less to trip over verbally, though when he did it was almost more obvious. His brows furrowed for a moment, as he stopped before his sister.

"Wwwwwwere you run-run-run-running?" He asked, concern knitting his brow and laced through his voice. Though she wanted to reach out and hold her, wanted to check her all over there was a notable awkwardness to the way Emile was holding himself... all the time spent away from his sister had left her something more akin to a stranger than his sister, though he loved her all the same.

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