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[licentiapennas]

It wasn't often Bardolf let himself go close to others; avoiding any contact was his usual approach. But at his core, all Bardolf wanted was for everyone around him to be happy. If it meant braving the dangers of hugging a stranger, then so be it! Considering how small the older woman was, it wasn't difficult maneuvering his arms around her in a loose fashion. She was warm. "I... Sorry... Does this even help...? You can hit me as well! I heard punching something helps some people feel better."

“..When is it going to be enough?”

It was a question that inevitably lead her down the rabbit hole of possibilities, it could not end until her death.. or tomorrow. There was no telling. Perhaps that was the beauty of War. In the moment, it felt everlasting, but.. after it was over..

Would they not go back to ignorant “cattle” stuck in a pen? They were no different from the very animals she saw every day. Let Humanity Burn.

Her heart races, and her pupils dilate, as her body quakes subtly with an emotion she cannot identify outside of exhausted. Her skin crawls, begging for stimulation it has not received in far too long. Like a Siren’s Song, her anxiety brings forth the arms of someone that she does not immediately notice as emphatic. Suddenly stone beneath his touch, it is only when the young Ackerman speaks that Heather relaxes. 

She did not realize that her body desired something so simple. Absorbing that sensation quietly as he speaks, there is but a single arm that lifts. It is her real arm, and it wraps tightly around him, like an anchor into reality. It does not take long before she lets out a few words, quiet and flustered.

“...It’s fine. Just... one moment please.”