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[mother_rem]

[So here, Kyrie, have a Rem. She's been in your apartment for a few days since Nero brought her from the hospital, and has just been drifting in and out the whole time. But she's starting to get more coherent as the hospital's painkillers are wearing off. And she's just a tad bit curious and starts feeling around the eye area and ...hey. Something'

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[sing_my_faith]

[It would have been hard to miss the crying, considering the initial volume. Still, Kyrie hesitated before finally going into the room that Rem had been occupying.

She didn't walk quietly. She didn't want to sneak up on Rem and startle the woman who was already haggard enough. She didn't say anything as she sat on the edge of the bed, extending a hand but hovering uncertainly over Rem's shoulder.

She glanced at her eyes but had to look away quickly. It didn't mater. The bruised skin of her eyes was burned into her memory; the wrong flatness of her sockets wouldn't soon be forgotten.

Kyrie had to clear her throat before she trusted herself to speak steadily.]

...Rem?

[mother_rem]

[She didn't jump. She'd heard Kyrie coming, even in her sobs, so she wasn't surprised when she felt someone sitting on the bed with her, and even less so when she heard the girl's voice.

She forced herself to stop. To calm down, because she didn't want anyone seeing her like that. Instead, she pulled her knees up and rested her forehead on them, hiding her face.]

...I-i remember it n-now. [Her voice was soft, broken, tired. She didn't want to talk about it, to think anymore about it than she had to, but she felt Kyrie needed a reason for why she suddenly outbroke like this.]

[sing_my_faith]

[Kyrie nodded, and then, abashed because there was no way Rem could have seen the motion, made a small humming sound. Her hand moved closer, the tips of her fingers brushing Rem's shoulder. She kept the touch light--if she pulled away she would move back, and give her the space. Some people didn't want physical reassurance when they were hurting--Credo had never been the type for it, when he'd been alive, though he'd been willing to offer it to her when she'd needed it.]

...Do you...need to talk about it?

[mother_rem]

[Rem almost jolted away. Almost. She didn't want to be touched, not after whoever that was was so kind as to help her and -- no. But she wouldn't let herself move away from the girl. She knew Kyrie was only wanting to help and be there; she forced herself to sit still, if not a bit tense. But at the offer of talking about it, she seemed to curl into herself.]

N-no...