[ Pyra smiles gratefully to her. Honerva has seen through her-- she feels poorly, quite desperately so, in fact-- and what she does is offer further assistance should it happen again.
She's sorry it might happen again, when it shouldn't. But there are those here to at least hold her hand, and for that... she is grateful, too.
Pyra's eyes open, then close again as her vision mists, but her voice carries a bit more warmth to it. ] Thank you, Honerva.
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She'd been on the other side of it far too often of late. ]
... You're welcome, Pyra.
[ She says, with soft exhale, though she does not let go just yet, offering another gentle squeeze. ]
Should you... feel this poorly again, please... do contact me.
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She's sorry it might happen again, when it shouldn't. But there are those here to at least hold her hand, and for that... she is grateful, too.
Pyra's eyes open, then close again as her vision mists, but her voice carries a bit more warmth to it. ] Thank you, Honerva.