[Like a fragile flower reaching for the sunlight, Nala unfurls a little to raise her head. Her face is wet with tears but she looks like she wants to hug Cantarella but isn't sure how to ask]
...at least you're honest. I've always liked that part.
[Should Nala let her, she'll take her face in her hands, chin cupped between her palms, and wipe away the tears with both of her thumbs.]
You deserve honesty. Little white lies help the weak dream longer... The strong face the truth head-on. Secrets and the like have their place, but it wouldn't help anyone here.
[ Nala has always craved affection. Physical affection in particular. So she leans in, blinking away tears as she cups Cantarella's hand in place, rubbing her cheek against her palm]
No. But it's maddening how many there are. Now we have to do this again.
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Date: 2025-12-02 11:10 am (UTC)...at least you're honest. I've always liked that part.
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Date: 2025-12-02 10:37 pm (UTC)You deserve honesty. Little white lies help the weak dream longer... The strong face the truth head-on. Secrets and the like have their place, but it wouldn't help anyone here.
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Date: 2025-12-03 09:02 am (UTC)No. But it's maddening how many there are. Now we have to do this again.