11-06-2021, 19:44:08 PM
"Thank you. I'll chow down once I let go of Sherry, but for now... let me just calm down some more. Don't want to sulk for too long." Bow looks significantly less mortally frightened than she was a few hours earlier, but a firm feeling of panic is still pulsing through her feelers. Having almost engineered her own demise with a metal weapon – her fatal weakness – feels utterly mortifying to the poor Sylveon.
At least someone is willing to comfort the usual bringer of comfort, even if the hug was initially uninvited. The hug could have been a bit less tight, but Bow doesn't really care right now.
At least someone is willing to comfort the usual bringer of comfort, even if the hug was initially uninvited. The hug could have been a bit less tight, but Bow doesn't really care right now.