they saw trouble in my eyes
He was silent and so Serra was content to wait, to let him sort out his thoughts. She settled down easily, her limbs arranged just so. Her shoulder was almost brushing against his, but she kept herself just far enough away that they didn't touch. There was potential, but she kept herself still, not allowing her body to cross that threshold. This was just friendly; anything more was not something that he would enjoy.
It was then that Newol began to speak and Serra let out a silent breath of relief. His words distracted her from her thoughts, and the platinum colored female turned her attention outwards once more. She remained silent as he spoke, letting his words wash over her ears and slowly begin to sink in. Whatever was going on, Newol was clearly upset. There was not much that she could do, not without knowing the root cause of what was going on. But she could offer solidarity, and support. That much Serra could do with ease.
Gently, Serra moved to press her muzzle against the underside his chin, offering him a lupine kiss if he did not recoil from her touch. "Sometimes the only thing that can keep you grounded is yourself," Serra would offer this solemnly, her voice quiet as she struggled to find the best words to comfort her friend. His tears made her want to take on the world and tear it down until she had damaged what had hurt her friend so, but that wasn't exactly feasible. Serra would have to content herself with comforting him, it seemed. "After my brother went missing, I had trouble remembering that. But you're all that you need to stay tethered, you know? You don't need anyone else; you're stronger than that." Stronger than her, at any rate. Crap, did that make any sense? Serra wasn't sure, and in the absence of anything else wise to say, the girl would simply press her body against Newol's, hoping her body would offer more comfort than her paltry words could.
For a moment, Serra was silent, mulling over her next words. This wasn't something that came easily to her; Serra had never been one to allow her emotions to show. She had always been reserved, inclined to rely only upon herself. But lately, she'd been learning that relying on others wasn't a weakness, and that emotions weren't either. Perks of living in a pack that wasn't her first pack, she supposed. "Newol," Serra began at last, voice still soft, "Maybe everything fades, but I have trouble imagining you as anything other than the wolf that I know; a wolf full of promise and strength." She had come to respect him during the duration of their friendship. Whatever Newol was having trouble with, she was sure that he could overcome it. He had the kind of strength that Serra envied, after all. He would overcome.
"Speech"
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