I've Been Thinking, I Want You To Be Happier

As the young girl fell forward into her, Zuriel caught her little form and pulled her in tight, her own eyes squeezing shut as she fought against her own turbulent emotions. "It's alright, darling... It's alright..." she assured quietly, her voice thick with emotion, while she held this little pup in her arms and squeezing her gently. Tears pricked at her eyes while she felt this girl sobbing against her, her ears falling back against her head. She had missed so much of her children's lives, chased away from them by their unhinged father that she had tried so desperately to save. She thought of all of her children... Of Miach, Kane, Daelos, Ignis, Actaea, Dominus, Casso, Domina... She had gotten such little time with many of them and her heart clenched at the fact that this little girl was now mourning her mother after having such little time with her as well. She dipped her head and nuzzled at the girl's crown as if she was her own, tears dampening her own cheeks while she let the still nameless girl cry out her sorrow.

Eventually she felt the pup's tears begin to lessen, her sobs quieting a bit—or at least enough for her to get out questions and demands about the injustice of the world, demanding to know why mothers had to leave and questioning the love her mother had for her and her siblings. Zuriel's paw gently moved to the back of the girl's head, reassuring her that she could cry into her chest for as long as she needed while lightly rubbing over the back of her neck. "I promise you that your mother loved you very, very much," she said without hesitation, having to swallow past a lump in her throat as she struggled to speak past her own tears. She didn't need to meet the girl's mother to know that for a fact. "Us mothers never want to leave our children... But sometimes life isn't fair and it doesn't go the way we want it to go." It was a harsh reality for such a young girl to learn, but she was being forced to face it regardless so Zuriel did her very best to comfort her through it. "It's not fair. It's not fair at all. But sometimes we don't get a say. Sometimes things just happen."

She dipped her muzzle again, kissing the top of the amethyst girl's head. "It's not so bad on the other side," she promised with a small, sad smile. "It's peaceful. I was very sick before I passed away and afterward I wasn't sick any more. I was young and youthful and happy. It's peaceful there." She pulled back just enough to get the girl to look up at her, giving her another gentle smile while her paws came to her cheeks, carefully rubbing away some more of her tears. "I know it's going to be so hard, but you're a strong girl, I can tell. You're going to grow up so strong and beautiful and you're going to make your mother so proud. It's okay to be sad and mourn, but nothing would make your mother happier than to know you're living your life and being the happiest girl you can be, okay?" Maybe she was speaking for herself, but she couldn't imagine that this girl's mother would say much different. It was what she felt like most mothers would want or their children at the end of the day.

"Speech"