Sila

i can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

Samus is quiet, her words so few and far between in those moments and Sila is momentarily guilty as she watches the emotion that crosses Samus' face; at once, she almost wishes she could eat her words again and yet, she is afraid - of course - of just what damage they would do if she let them fester any longer. And so, she does her best to brave the repercussions, only hopeful that she has not scared away one of the few she has grown to call a true friend in Spirane. After all, it was not as if she could share these concerns with her siblings lest she bring them down into the same spiral as herself.

Yet, she speaks again,
words that bring Sila's ears forward with a small 'o' resting on her lips; she is almost relieved to hear that she has much to be sad about. Some part of her is...glad that it makes sense, that she is not simply forcing sadness where it shouldn't be. It feels wrong but the smallest of grins splashes across her lips but for a second before she sinks back down into herself, allowing Samus to take over where she could not. She nods slowly and yet the words escape her.

It is a strange thing to feel both sadness and joy alongside one another; they combine within her, a wave of something entirely new as she breathes in the warmth and comfort of her companion. She laughs, a stifled thing between a sob and a windchime giggle - "Who gave you permission to be so optimistic?" She took a deep breath in and peeled away, looking up with a worn out grin, "and who gave you permission to make me cry?" The smallest of jests as she flashed a brief grin again, though it never quite reaches her eyes.

"I think a part of me knows you're right though otherwise, why did I come all the way out here to feel sorry for myself? My family wouldn't want me to feel sorry or sad over something so natural." She sighs, trying to suck up the air into her lungs and turn it into courage as she puffs out her chest and exhales heavily again. "Thank you, Samus. I...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...I just, well, I'm not sure who else there is to talk to anymore." There is a sheepishness to her then as she awkwardly bows in apology, trying to gather herself up while still laying herself bare. "Besides," she glances up into the canopies where the fireflies continue to dance, though their caution keeps them in the stars, "this place shouldn't be a sad place, I think." And for a moment, she finds herself taking the smallest of steps closer to Samus though her eyes and mind continue to float up and away into the stars above.