roberta knows better than to interrupt her leaving. she stands still, stricken with worry, and waits until she can bear the thought of brighid suffering alone no longer ( she isn’t overfond of the idea to begin with, therefore caves fast ). a guest of their gathering attempts to follow and she’s grabbing their arm, too firm, before she can stop herself. no no no. you will not go near her.
‘ hey, ’ bertie greets, having found her in the yard. folded in on herself, half hidden by flowers, sidney sat at her feet. good cat, she thinks. wouldn’t trust anyone else to look after her. ‘ i’m here. ’
and god, does she hope that’s as much a comfort as it would be turned around: brighid to bertie.
‘ we don’t have to talk, but i’m here. ’ where does she usually put her hands? ‘ this’ll pass, baby, they always do. i just need you to breathe for me, brighid --- you’re goin’ too shallow. ’
@exaltcdone.