It sounds so innocent, so mundane. Then why does it also feel just as faraway and difficult as the life (if it can even be called that) 'Carmine' may have led? This body, this frame, so fragile that it truly feels like a wonder for her to even be alive. Miracles do have two sides to them, for better and for worse.
She can't imagine it, and it would be presumptuous to do so. So she doesn't.]
Mhm.
[She hums in acknowledgement, but doesn't attempt nudging the other woman off her. Her bag is right at the side, all she has to do is reach out and pull it closer. There's some mild shuffling and rustle of fabric, and after a few moments, something large, soft, and smelling lightly of lavender falls on the red-haired woman's shoulders to envelop her whole. It's functionally more of a bath robe that should fit most adults, but with Carmine's size, she may as well be a child suddenly draped in a very large blanket.]
Do you need help getting to the sleeves?
[She's not sure if that may be needed, but she may as well ask. Do anything she can for this woman, everything in her power to assist with, until they inevitably fall back into the abyss of their own carving that they could never escape from.]
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It sounds so innocent, so mundane. Then why does it also feel just as faraway and difficult as the life (if it can even be called that) 'Carmine' may have led? This body, this frame, so fragile that it truly feels like a wonder for her to even be alive. Miracles do have two sides to them, for better and for worse.
She can't imagine it, and it would be presumptuous to do so. So she doesn't.]
Mhm.
[She hums in acknowledgement, but doesn't attempt nudging the other woman off her. Her bag is right at the side, all she has to do is reach out and pull it closer. There's some mild shuffling and rustle of fabric, and after a few moments, something large, soft, and smelling lightly of lavender falls on the red-haired woman's shoulders to envelop her whole. It's functionally more of a bath robe that should fit most adults, but with Carmine's size, she may as well be a child suddenly draped in a very large blanket.]
Do you need help getting to the sleeves?
[She's not sure if that may be needed, but she may as well ask. Do anything she can for this woman, everything in her power to assist with, until they inevitably fall back into the abyss of their own carving that they could never escape from.]