[ she looks over at ianthe when she arrives and only then notices that she's been crying. alina sniffs, starts to wipe her cheeks on her knuckles, only to notice that there's blood there too. every part of her hands has become stained by it. looking down at them, this realization seems to be what tips her into speechlessness. she opens her mouth, searching for the right greeting, but nothing comes.
instead, finally, she just pushes away from the tree and turns herself towards ianthe, burying herself in the other woman's arms, clinging to her. she doesn't deserve that comfort, but she seeks it anyway, feeling simultaneously frail and monstrous. ]
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instead, finally, she just pushes away from the tree and turns herself towards ianthe, burying herself in the other woman's arms, clinging to her. she doesn't deserve that comfort, but she seeks it anyway, feeling simultaneously frail and monstrous. ]