You take her hand and pat her head with your free hand.
JAe, cAn y0u pleAse mAke A list 0f All the tr0lls y0u wr0nged while I wAs AwAy?
…Yes. I Can. I Believe I Have My Pen And Notepad..
==> You pull a pen and notepad out of the pockets of your coat with shaky hands. Your notepad that was full of sketches that you had done involuntarily while you lost your mind…like a doll, emotionless and just sitting there.
Pyptil…Mestic…
==> You just keep writing and writing, the tears coming back to your face.
Nodding, you gently rub her back, softly murmuring things like "it's 0kAy, I've g0t y0u" and "y0u'll be 0kAy, I'm here".










