[Poor thing—still struggling to cling to all of this worthless mess to the point it's causing her physical strain. The shade's expression turns to one of clear worry, wishing he could take that pain away, too. In time, maybe, in time...]
Oh, my dear. You don't have to force yourself.
[He shifts, leaning to try to put himself in a more comforting position, not quite looming over her the way he naturally does. There's a hole in the street where his "feet" once were.]
If I promise to make sure they're not harmed, would that help?
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Oh, my dear. You don't have to force yourself.
[He shifts, leaning to try to put himself in a more comforting position, not quite looming over her the way he naturally does. There's a hole in the street where his "feet" once were.]
If I promise to make sure they're not harmed, would that help?