Gentle. So Gentle. Delya has tried so hard to not let being on the road for so long make her hard or cold or anything of the like. She didn’t want to be like Aunt Alice. Sure, the clockwork angel had done so much for her, but there was something about her… something about… something about the way they were creatures of rust and scrap as opposed to flesh and bone. Delya was going to be flesh and bone and heat and heart—she was sure of that. The girl wouldn’t let herself be beat out by those feelings, those feelings that were developed by those that were… um… right. She tried to get that to make sense in her head, but none of it fit together right. That was fine.
What she did do, that reaching out, that feeling she was going for… right. Feelings, for Delya, were hard. She tried. She tried so hard to do well with them but they were hard to deal with. The girl reached out when it wasn’t appropriate, and that was the sort of thing she did all the time. Just touching and feeling, things that had been foreign once. Right. The company of someone else that lived and breathed like she did. Cool.
Healers. She nods. “We have Haziel now, but he’s only one man and we’re a pretty big pack.” Delya nodded softly, watching the woman’s face. “If I’m the beta, I need to be able to do everything everyone else can, to some extent. It’s my job to fill in the cracks.” A rare look inside the mind of the Russian dancer. She had to be everything, she had to do everything, and she had to at least try to be the… the what? The best? The most versatile? She needed the affirmation that she was good at something and that she was making a difference.
But that was beside the point. There were stars here, and that was what she should be focusing on. Delya liked the stars. Nights like tonight, they were the best nights.
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