Sleeby prompts for Anvala maybe??
"I know, I know, it's hard. Just ... lay down, close your eyes. Please?"
That one. perhaps. (Finger touches) With whoever
Anvala was sitting on the side of the tub, fingers twisted in his messy hair. He had been going between sobbing and losing what little bit of his dinner might still be left after everything that had happened.
" i know, I know. The first big show is always the worst" a soft feminine voice sighed, an olive stepping over and carefully trailing her fingers through Ann's hair and gently getting the fuchsia to look up at her. "I know Mistro is a lot, i know shows haven't been that bad before. It's hard but just..... come on kid let's just get you to lay down and close your eyes yea?"
Anvala looked up to her, streaks still runnin down his cheeks as drum calloused fingers carefully wiped away his tears. "Come on kid..... let's get you in bed, I won't let Mistro touch you again tonight, olives honor" she whispered, pulling the fuchsia to his feet and carefully guiding him to his bed.