[ Vash flinches at the disappointment, the pain of it cutting deep to the point where for the first time since he realized how important it was, the soothing and comfort and calm he's radiating wavers for a moment before he digs his heels in and steadies it. He doesn't matter. His pain doesn't matter. It never did, and it never would.
The night-dark wing remains wrapped as far around the cocoon as it will go, but if Knives needs to stand in front the cocoon, closest to where Tessla is, he will run his thumb along the small knuckles and let go of her hand, to place his palm against the soft-sharp feathers. ]
I'm still here.
[ But he doesn't dare offer more help to Knives. He already has, and he knows his brother will take from him if needed, but he hasn't earned that trust, clearly. ]
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The night-dark wing remains wrapped as far around the cocoon as it will go, but if Knives needs to stand in front the cocoon, closest to where Tessla is, he will run his thumb along the small knuckles and let go of her hand, to place his palm against the soft-sharp feathers. ]
I'm still here.
[ But he doesn't dare offer more help to Knives. He already has, and he knows his brother will take from him if needed, but he hasn't earned that trust, clearly. ]