[When Presea does arrive, her pace slows to a halt. Seeing Elicia there, small and fragile and hurting, brings up some bittersweet memories. Elicia...Alicia...her little sister, just a few years younger than her, asleep in bed after mommy passed away. She was too young to understand then, just like this little girl. Too young to understand...
Quietly, Presea sets the stuffed toy down by Elicia's hands, and sits beside her. Something deep down in her chest aches, and she hums a song from long, long ago...mommy's lullaby for them. She almost forgot it. Maybe, hopefully, it could help this little girl, who reminded Presea of her own little sister...gone from her world, back home.]
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Quietly, Presea sets the stuffed toy down by Elicia's hands, and sits beside her. Something deep down in her chest aches, and she hums a song from long, long ago...mommy's lullaby for them. She almost forgot it. Maybe, hopefully, it could help this little girl, who reminded Presea of her own little sister...gone from her world, back home.]