i’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter

Barghest’s heart softened at the sight of Elara’s relieved and tear-streaked face. She nuzzled her sister gently, her presence firm yet tender, offering the comfort and protection Elara so clearly needed. It had been too long. She held Elara close, allowing the smaller girl to breathe in her familiar scent of Vetiver and the comforting musk that spoke of home and safety.

She felt the tremble in Elara's voice, the emotion that made her own heart ache with a mix of joy and sorrow. “I've missed you.” She admitted softly, her aqua eyes reflecting softly as she looked at El. “You had me worried, you know.” As Elara sniffled and scrubbed at her face, Barghest gently nudged her cheek with her nose, offering silent support. The striped girl would not be stingy with her hugs tonight. She felt a surge of protectiveness, a fierce determination to keep her sister safe and to make up for the time they had spent apart. So, Barghest’s embrace tightened, her body a shield against the world’s harshness. As best as she could be. "What have you been up to, Larrie?" It's a weak attempt to make up for lost time, but an attempt nonetheless.

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