[ Guess it's time for Eustace to learn how to pee while Dokja stands watch at the door.
It would also be nice for Eustace to learn what to say to ease someone's bone-deep worries, but unfortunately that's going to take a few more years of practice. All he has now are his feelings, clumsy but true, and his penchant for channeling those feelings through his actions.
Now that his hands are free, he lifts them both up so he can settle them against Dokja's face, one on each side, thumbs brushing against his cheeks. They're close enough that it doesn't take much for him to lean forward and press their foreheads together, both as an anchor for him to hold onto and a display of comfort. ]
Please don't blame yourself for this.
[ No doubt the words are futile, the tiniest of buoys in the midst of a vast ocean, but he feels like has to try all the same. Dokja's suffered enough. They both have. If there's any way to move on from this, to recover from all the heartbreak they've gone through, then he'll give it his all to make it happen.
Though a good first start would probably be to leave the gloomy shadows of the Great Tree first. He sighs, letting his eyelids fall closed briefly. ]
We should get going.
[ Please let him put on shoes and socks so he can tiredly trudge the rest of the way back home. ]
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It would also be nice for Eustace to learn what to say to ease someone's bone-deep worries, but unfortunately that's going to take a few more years of practice. All he has now are his feelings, clumsy but true, and his penchant for channeling those feelings through his actions.
Now that his hands are free, he lifts them both up so he can settle them against Dokja's face, one on each side, thumbs brushing against his cheeks. They're close enough that it doesn't take much for him to lean forward and press their foreheads together, both as an anchor for him to hold onto and a display of comfort. ]
Please don't blame yourself for this.
[ No doubt the words are futile, the tiniest of buoys in the midst of a vast ocean, but he feels like has to try all the same. Dokja's suffered enough. They both have. If there's any way to move on from this, to recover from all the heartbreak they've gone through, then he'll give it his all to make it happen.
Though a good first start would probably be to leave the gloomy shadows of the Great Tree first. He sighs, letting his eyelids fall closed briefly. ]
We should get going.
[ Please let him put on shoes and socks so he can tiredly trudge the rest of the way back home. ]