Angélique Leclair existed in the liminal. Her ability to move between worlds could be concerning to the some. Though Doc's Drugstore allowed to simply be, without fear for a brief moment in time. Acutely aware of how she was perceived for being Asian first and then human. That was if people even did recognize her humanity. The world was unkind to her, though she desperately wanted to remain soft in spite of it all. Perhaps, it was naive of her. However, she would always try to treat others how she would like to be treated.
That tender ideal of hers led to this moment. “You'll have to sit still if you want this to hurt less, darling.” Her voice was soft but stern, the nickname tumbled easily from her lips. Nimble fingers went through the first aid kit, pulling out supplies as her brow was furrowed deep in concentration.
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