Emotions were so confusing. She hadn't known how to dealt with her mother's depression over Bronze's disappearance. Ara had delved into her studies even deeper, preparing for him if he ever returned home. And even now, she felt uncomfortable as Novel begin to cry. She felt useless in terms of making her feel better. She'd never been close to many wolves save for her family, and it felt strange to comfort another... not necessarily in a bad way. Just different.
Novel's smile seemed strained and she felt her chest tighten. "I just felt bad for complaining about my dad," she admitted. "When you don't know where yours is..." She didn't mean to say it aloud, and found herself regretting her words yet again. She wasn't used to speaking to others very often, especially about subjects like this. The girl's ears pinned back against her skull, but she relaxed as she felt Novel nuzzle into her shoulder. The contact was surprising, but not unpleasant. "You're not a crybaby," she assured her, voice growing a bit louder than usual. "Things like that, if anything, are worth crying about. But you don't need an excuse. I don't mind." She loved helping others, even if she was not overly friendly on the outside. It felt nice to know Novel had let something off her chest, even if she felt a bit unsure about the sudden emotional conversation.
"You don't have to thank me, really." She had only listened and offered a literal shoulder to cry on. "But maybe we shouldn't talk about such sad things." She returned the smile, tilting her head slightly as she watched Novel. "I'd like to know more about the births. What herbs did you use?" It was a more comfortable topic, and she really didn't want to make her friend cry again.
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