[Diva has no idea what Saya's going on about, but as far as she's concerned she could be rambling off a list of ingredients on the back of a bag of skittles. Saya's touching her, she's not angry or cross or anything that she'd been worried she might be. It's hard to stop smiling, but the smile begins to fall when she sees her sister's eyes tear up.
In she goes for a better hug, drawing Saya's face against her chest, letting her fingers gently card through her hair in a bid to soothe. Her twin was always such a crybaby.]
You must've had an awful dream, sweet sister. Whatever happened put it out of your mind. None of it matters here.
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In she goes for a better hug, drawing Saya's face against her chest, letting her fingers gently card through her hair in a bid to soothe. Her twin was always such a crybaby.]
You must've had an awful dream, sweet sister. Whatever happened put it out of your mind. None of it matters here.