jacob and the stone

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"Speech!"
Laeta smiled brightly -- even if the weather had been so monstrous and gloomy lately, her soul was a ray of sunshine, brightening the room with her ruby-gazed glow. The flowers Sota brought were absolutely lovely, and she replied, "Oh, anywhere is fine. How about the nighttable next to my bed? Just so I can see them each time I wake up," She said, gently nudging her muzzle towards the direction of her nightstand. She always had pressed flowers and dried flowers hanging about her room, but hers were falling apart as of late, so the introduction of new life via Sota for the room was heavily appreciated.

As Sota refused the need for food or drink, Mel nodded agreeably, allowing the wolf to sit where he pleased; there was a small set of cushions sitting near the crackling fireplace near her bed, coated with furs and blankets donated by members of the pack that wished her well. Some hoped she'd get better soon, bounce back as she did before; but those who understood her most knew she wouldn't come back from this. Not ever. As Sota asked how she was doing, she straightened up slightly, trying to make sure she could see her companion from her blanketed nest on her bed. "Oh, I've been better, Sota. But my day has become so much brighter now that you're here!" Her voice is kind and soft, like freshly oozed honey, gentle and warm and simply full of life. "How about you? How is everyone? I haven't seen much of anyone since Audra's funeral."