[They reach the second floor in silence. The bed on the side of the room is child-sized, but Sakura is small. It won't be cramped for her.
With great care she slides the younger girl from her shoulders, laying her atop the blankets, standing beside the bed unsurely for a moment. The moonlight streaming through the window doesn't seem like enough to go so Rin finds her body stiffly leaning over Sakura's to reach the string of a lamp tucked into corner, faintly surprised to find the light work when she pulls back its chain.
She leans away again.
Now... Now she should clean Sakura up. No, she should treat her first, or maybe find someone to help?
Rin swallows, and it hurts. Her mouth feels as dry as a desert. The faces that come to mind of who she could rely on don't leave her assured, but unbalanced instead. There's not a single one she can picture herself willingly going to. Even Kirei she would take above them now; someone who knows her exact nature and all of her secrets.
She hates herself a little for trusting the fake priest more than anyone in the castle.
But mostly she can't stop staring at her hands, a sound like a sob trapped in her throat. What's wrong with her? When did they start shaking?]
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With great care she slides the younger girl from her shoulders, laying her atop the blankets, standing beside the bed unsurely for a moment. The moonlight streaming through the window doesn't seem like enough to go so Rin finds her body stiffly leaning over Sakura's to reach the string of a lamp tucked into corner, faintly surprised to find the light work when she pulls back its chain.
She leans away again.
Now... Now she should clean Sakura up. No, she should treat her first, or maybe find someone to help?
Rin swallows, and it hurts. Her mouth feels as dry as a desert. The faces that come to mind of who she could rely on don't leave her assured, but unbalanced instead. There's not a single one she can picture herself willingly going to. Even Kirei she would take above them now; someone who knows her exact nature and all of her secrets.
She hates herself a little for trusting the fake priest more than anyone in the castle.
But mostly she can't stop staring at her hands, a sound like a sob trapped in her throat. What's wrong with her? When did they start shaking?]