*if Scraps is in dreamland... will offer a bandage and point to where the wolf lays* ...this is a safe space... yet an injury lingers... you are not too dissimilar.
//they both lost their sunshine sibling who they love from traumatic head injury, "catlike", have been through hell, wielded swords, nearly twisted from stress n despair, pressured to act certain ways, have call themselves cowards, the list goes on
*Scraps jolts upwards in a snowy landscape, clutching the bandage in one hand. It gets up and begins to walk towards where the anon had pointed*
"Is this another dream? Hello? Ice? Are you there? It's me, Scraps! We've met before...."
(The first time Scraps had talked with Ice neither I nor her knew how similar the two were. Now it seems so obvious. I think they might be able to help each other.... Hopefully.)