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[grunehexe]

[It takes some time for her to exhaust herself, but though she's not conscious of it then, it was far better a thing to do here, between two people who actually cared about her. It's the first time in her life, actually-

Two whole people who cared about her. Actually cared.

Enough to slap some sense into her yet stay to see her through it- the crash that came after a manic high.

It was so silly- tea. But. It was something to do, something to go on to, to make her pick herself up and try to wipe her face with her sleeves, sniffling to try and stop her nose from running as she nodded.]

- I'll clean up.

[The urgency of hiding, though- that's not fully gone, even if she's more drained now, more calm. Once she pulls herself up she tries to go back to it, cleaning the chalk "magic circles" from the floor, gathering the papers.]

[wardance]

[ Masamune is grateful when everything seems to calm down, and while he says nothing at first merely letting go when the two go to move he is... surprisingly quick to catch Sieglinde's arm to prevent her from wiping tears and snot all over the sleeve of her dress. Instead, after glancing down at her a moment, he crouches down in front of her to pull out a small handkerchief and use it to gently wipe at her tears before ending with placing it over her nose after getting any already fallen mucus. Still not saying anything, he's just going to look at her expectantly, only slightly exasperated should she not take the hint to blow her nose. Which, in that case, he will pinch her small nose to give an obvious hint. Come on, girl, tea drinking with snot sleeves is no good. Don't give Sebastian things to dead eye more than the chalk mess already, yeah?

when she does do what he expects to his satisfaction is when he lets her go to start cleaning up. Glancing back to her pet, the creature seems alert enough to take the hint and runs to pick up the stack of papers Masamune had been creating in half picking up half looking at, rushing back to Sieglinde with them to over the stack excitedly to her, tail wagging. It is so happy to potentially help because he wanted to make his master happy too... obviously. It will help with this cleaning up.

HVing risen to his feet with Isengrim running by, Masamune turns to leave the room and head for the kitchen to give Sieglinde her cool down time.

Well, that and to go bang his head on the nearest cabinet that has any tea sets rather than open it as intended.

Children are so tough?? Especially girls wow?? Note to self any female heirs he produces will go to their mother for everything. It's safer that way?! (Intense mom daughter interactions just witnessed , males have no place in that world of danger. They aren't strong enough to survive if caught in the middle.

(There is one other reason he left, too, that he did not wish to linger with just in case... but she is now three papers short of what she had on that floor originally for her circle originally). ]

[adlantisag]

[ Watching him tend to Sieglinde like that makes her feel--warm, somehow, and while the two are preoccupied she moves to grab a rag and a broom. Cleaning isn't high on her list of skills, but she can give the floor a quick sweep so that Sebastian doesn't choke coming in. It does the trick of marring large swaths of the circle, though it creates more clouds of dust than anything. It'll need to be the rag, seems like.

She doesn't stop Sieglinde from helping, and Isengrim's enthusiasm makes the corners of her mouth turn up; the task is mindless and helps them both wind down. She does keep them from lingering once the circle is mostly gone, however, papers still strewn haphazardly--"Sebastian can do the rest", she promises, leading Sieglinde back from the kitchen where Masamune has already set the kettle to boil. Her eyes linger over him, the line of his back as he stands over the tea leaves. It's not the first time she's seen him at work in the kitchen; why does it feel more attractive now?

It's strange, the affection that fills her, because she's only ever had her father to look to--but watching them both, these two friends she's made, she can't help but feel satisfied. As Sieglinde sits in one of the chairs, Kida moves behind her, absently unbinding that long hair. It isn't table-appropriate, but it's part of the vocabulary of calming gestures that would appease Kida herself when she was a child. A way of taking Sieglinde out of 'uniform' and into a more relaxed space of mind. ]

[grunehexe]

[Her sleeves saved from the brink of a snotty ruin by Masamune's last minute interference, Sieglinde looked up at him over the handkerchief with watery, red eyes, flinching when he tweaked her nose and only then obliging. The wag of Isengrim's tail was the next to distract her from the pull of the downward spiral that inevitably followed a manic high of creativity, and she took the papers the canine seemed more than pleased to play modified fetch with, and be rewarded in scratches- which made a peculiar raspy sound, nail on the bone of its exposed skull. She leans heavily on Kida to make it into the other room, having left her crutches behind there hours ago, quietly clambering into her seat.

The silhouette of Masamune's back in the kitchen. The soothing feel of Kida's fingers weaving through the long, heavy fall of her unbound hair. Isengrim settling beneath her tiny feet, panting happily.

Without quite being able to identify why, not knowing enough of what family was supposed to actually feel like to put her finger on the feeling, tears beaded up in the corner of her eyes again, hanging her head in shame for having worried them, for giving into the dark, twisted sort of desperation that lurked in her heart. Her hands fisted slightly in her skirts, she sniffed...

But her feet kicked slightly, and her lips turned up slightly in the corners.

"Family".]