Chickadee wasn't entirely sure how to process all of this information. She wasn't sure what to say. She had never been good with words, but now more than ever she felt so acutely the emptiness within her as she searched for the magic words that would make everything alright again.

She listened attentively as Jagger explained what it was like to be around him. Her eyes were bright at the beginning of her friend's description, but by the end her ears had fallen back and her face was clouded with confusion.

"I.. I don't know.." She shifted a little, moving her front feet like an awkward teenager shuffling through her first dance. Her round face tilted up at Jagger, eyes searching her sister's face. A question loomed heavy in her mind, and it was apparent for a moment that she was struggling with the idea of asking or not.

Finally, creasing her brows, she asked; "What is it you dislike about him?"

She didn't mean to be rude; but she and Jagger were close. It wasn't as if she needed to go stepping on eggshells. By now, Chicky knew that her sister would not mind such a blunt inquiry; they were not strangers anymore, after all.

Still, Chickadee could tell that the whole subject was uncomfortable for Jagger. Part of her yearned to understand more, to ask a thousand questions and still not be satisfied... while another part of her simply wanted to turn the subject to something happier, and distract Jagger from her pain.

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CHICKADEE
^{you're not alone}