Though she knew Novel had not been fully herself or fully conscious for weeks now, she wondered what she had seen. Had she dreamed during those weeks? Had she seen the gods that so many of the wolves of Ludicael seemed to believe in? Her own father had told her that such things were myth and myth alone, and held no fabric of truth, but she would not hesitate if any of the wolves told her of their faith -- she had even wanted to ask Novel about it, but certainly not in such a fragile state.
She matched Novel's smile with one of her own, illuminating her normally somber features with a happy expression. Her friend seemed to grow quiet then, her gaze distant, as though her attention briefly had strayed. Ara would give her the silence she seemed to need, content to feel the warmth of Novel beside her. For so long she had thrived on the comfort and presence of her parents, mainly her father, but she felt a different kind of joy being near another. A soft sigh left her lips, and she let her head bump against Novel's gently. "Now?" she inquired gently, wondering what the other girl meant. "Now... we don't forget that everyone was sick, but we use it to remember how precious life is, and we live it to the fullest." Gently she leaned over, nudging Novel lightly with her nose, her smile appearing once again. She'd always grown up under this impression; that life should be lived to the fullest, regardless of the circumstances. "Speaking of living, do you feel well enough for a walk? I'll help you." The sun had begun to peek over the horizon now, the dull colors that painted the sky now turning golden and red as the sun barely reared its head from slumber. Though the sky was beginning to brighten, the stars still twinkled gently overhead, though their light seemed to be fading.
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