[When his hand avoids her after a minute, her eyes and ears both come alert to try and follow it, and soon she's blinking at it resting over her muzzle. He's being insistent with her. He's telling her to listen, and stopping her physical need to fuss over him.
Don't blame herself. Does he know her this well? Had she spent enough time with him he learned she doesn't know how to not burden herself? There's a piercing sensation in her heart, because she wants to say she's thankful he notices things about her; and she wants to say, but she ought to be more than this. She ought to be capable of more.
All that she's seen, even before The Storm, mother that she is, to ever know she was powerless stays with her. She is good about not lingering over it, about moving forward to focus on what she can do now, or instead, but she lets it live in her as a reminder. As her inspiration, as ammunition, as drive to prove herself. I'm sorry, let me try better is the kind of thing it causes in her.
Her head is weighted in his lap, a deep, drawling whine rumbles over his legs. It's hassling, she won't. She means, she'll try. She means, she needs to be aware of things. Inching closer, she keeps her presence unavoidably close to him, too furred and warm and thumping heart to be ignored. She wants to know, Rocket.]
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Don't blame herself. Does he know her this well? Had she spent enough time with him he learned she doesn't know how to not burden herself? There's a piercing sensation in her heart, because she wants to say she's thankful he notices things about her; and she wants to say, but she ought to be more than this. She ought to be capable of more.
All that she's seen, even before The Storm, mother that she is, to ever know she was powerless stays with her. She is good about not lingering over it, about moving forward to focus on what she can do now, or instead, but she lets it live in her as a reminder. As her inspiration, as ammunition, as drive to prove herself. I'm sorry, let me try better is the kind of thing it causes in her.
Her head is weighted in his lap, a deep, drawling whine rumbles over his legs. It's hassling, she won't. She means, she'll try. She means, she needs to be aware of things. Inching closer, she keeps her presence unavoidably close to him, too furred and warm and thumping heart to be ignored. She wants to know, Rocket.]