[ aventurine doesn't respond initially. even seeing and hearing her explain to megumi doesn't make him reach out. Of course she can't tell, she can't figure out without their connections what he's thinking or feeling. He never asks her if she's all right, never even gives a hint of his presence (but she will feel once or twice, a bubble in the brook in response to her distance and her plights, a pain and sting of fear and sense of abandonment, of betrayal and confusion, and of misplaced anger and bitterness.) It isn't even easy to tell if it's directed at her or anyone else. That would at least give it some sense rather than feeling like an oozing blistering pool speaking slowly across the ground to consume everything in it's wake.
But give it another day or two and, sometime during sundowning on the second or third day since they woke from that nightmare, she'll feel a brush against her shoulder, like a little bird coming to land with a reply to letter that by now might have been expected to go forever unanswered. ]
well, look at you, warrior queen, ruffling the feathers of the unflappable reigning empress.
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But give it another day or two and, sometime during sundowning on the second or third day since they woke from that nightmare, she'll feel a brush against her shoulder, like a little bird coming to land with a reply to letter that by now might have been expected to go forever unanswered. ]
well, look at you, warrior queen, ruffling the feathers of the unflappable reigning empress.
was it worth it? or are we having regrets?
[ the 'we' is emphasized. ]