[Those pats on her back help, even if they're awkward. Hers are a lot less so, when they reach up toward his shoulders. The first urge she has is to try and - coddle isn't the right word. It hasn't been for a long time, not since that month of hell that changed everything.
She's wanted to be bubbles and laughter and cheer and comfort since then not for anything it does for her, but because everyone has needed that.
When he rests his chin between her horns, that the first thing she thinks of is how much harder it would have been, physically, a few months ago. Feferi still isn't anywhere close to what her full adult height will be, but she's grown a little bit. Her hair is a lot longer now.
And pretending or not, she has a friend that needs her, or at least that's how she perceives it. She lets a few tears slip down her cheeks, silent ones, but at the same time, she manages an honest smile.]
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She's wanted to be bubbles and laughter and cheer and comfort since then not for anything it does for her, but because everyone has needed that.
When he rests his chin between her horns, that the first thing she thinks of is how much harder it would have been, physically, a few months ago. Feferi still isn't anywhere close to what her full adult height will be, but she's grown a little bit. Her hair is a lot longer now.
And pretending or not, she has a friend that needs her, or at least that's how she perceives it. She lets a few tears slip down her cheeks, silent ones, but at the same time, she manages an honest smile.]