[ She's a little mess of tears and tiredness, nodding a little against Knives' leg. Tessla might be a powerful independent plant, but all the stress and trauma from the last day alone is enough to make her exhausted. She just got put together, she's not making any decisions any time soon that aren't about holding on to her brothers. ]
I would like to sleep. [ She says softly, almost as if asking final permission to do so. Her small, almost decorative wings droop a little, bigger ones tucking in closer around her. The little girl is going to need some clothes eventually, and some shoes, but for now wearing wings like some kind of dress is very suiting for a small angel. ]
You'll stay? [ Tessla then asks, worry laced in her questions as she holds her arms up to Knives - a seemingly universal gesture for little ones to be picked up by their older brethren. Maybe they can go somewhere and make a little pile to rest together, or however it works when more than one person sleeps in the same place. She never had a twin climbing into her bed every night. ]
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I would like to sleep. [ She says softly, almost as if asking final permission to do so. Her small, almost decorative wings droop a little, bigger ones tucking in closer around her. The little girl is going to need some clothes eventually, and some shoes, but for now wearing wings like some kind of dress is very suiting for a small angel. ]
You'll stay? [ Tessla then asks, worry laced in her questions as she holds her arms up to Knives - a seemingly universal gesture for little ones to be picked up by their older brethren. Maybe they can go somewhere and make a little pile to rest together, or however it works when more than one person sleeps in the same place. She never had a twin climbing into her bed every night. ]