Dismissing that he misses them... is that like dismissing their importance, too? That's not a thing he wants to ever mean.
Being a moth makes it hard to get cuddles from anyone, skeleton self or other daemons alike. She lifts from his hand, expanding into a very large, very fanged tiger and landing on four paws... then turns to nuzzle at his leg. He buries a hand in her fur, scritching at her head and chin for a moment.
"They do matter," she offers while he's still working through the idea. "We didn't mean it like that. It's just... We can't show people how sad we are. It gets them down, it gets us more down... and keeping spirits up is hard enough."
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Dismissing that he misses them... is that like dismissing their importance, too? That's not a thing he wants to ever mean.
Being a moth makes it hard to get cuddles from anyone, skeleton self or other daemons alike. She lifts from his hand, expanding into a very large, very fanged tiger and landing on four paws... then turns to nuzzle at his leg. He buries a hand in her fur, scritching at her head and chin for a moment.
"They do matter," she offers while he's still working through the idea. "We didn't mean it like that. It's just... We can't show people how sad we are. It gets them down, it gets us more down... and keeping spirits up is hard enough."