Tears still falling down her face, Mary sucks in air and sniffles as she feels the ground beneath her feet again. She blinks, surprised and clearly confused, as the man offers her his arm. What was this? It wasn't a gesture that she'd ever experienced. Not from her father, not from her many siblings, and not from Ib or Garry. Mary stares for a long moment before it registers what he's doing. She'd read about this in a book, she realizes. It's called an embrace!
And so she latches on at once, only as strong as any other child her size would be, but her little fists are not at all lacking in fierceness as she holds herself tightly against him. As if he'd change his mind. His body is so warm, it makes her want to cry even more.
"Together? You promise?"
Together. Isn't that what she'd been asking for, for so long?
The moment the girl latches on, Lilia's arm wraps around her, pulling her in as close as she could get to him. Oh, dear, how was it that he always ended up finding lost children and taking them under his wing? Malleus was sure to have a few words for him once he found out. Then again.... even that little prince was becoming weak to the whims of little Silver.
Lilia's hand is gentle against her back now, unlike the grasp he'd had on her dress earlier. A careful first two fingers draw circles against her, to try and help her relax.
"I promise."
At last, at all the shifting around, the small boy begins to stir, a soft, sleepy whimper escaping him. "Ah, Silver, shhh... Go back to sleep, alright? It's okay. No need for you to start crying too, my sweet." Lilia turns his attention to Silver for a brief moment, hushing him carefully. Luckily (for the both of them) this seems to calm the boy down enough for now, his small arms looped carefully around his father's neck.
"Now, Miss Mary... My name is Lilia Vanrouge. You may call me whatever you see fit. When you're ready, then we'll talk. Until then, I've got you. We can stay like this however long you need."
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And so she latches on at once, only as strong as any other child her size would be, but her little fists are not at all lacking in fierceness as she holds herself tightly against him. As if he'd change his mind. His body is so warm, it makes her want to cry even more.
"Together? You promise?"
Together. Isn't that what she'd been asking for, for so long?
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Lilia's hand is gentle against her back now, unlike the grasp he'd had on her dress earlier. A careful first two fingers draw circles against her, to try and help her relax.
"I promise."
At last, at all the shifting around, the small boy begins to stir, a soft, sleepy whimper escaping him. "Ah, Silver, shhh... Go back to sleep, alright? It's okay. No need for you to start crying too, my sweet." Lilia turns his attention to Silver for a brief moment, hushing him carefully. Luckily (for the both of them) this seems to calm the boy down enough for now, his small arms looped carefully around his father's neck.
"Now, Miss Mary... My name is Lilia Vanrouge. You may call me whatever you see fit. When you're ready, then we'll talk. Until then, I've got you. We can stay like this however long you need."