[ Their sibling is feeling nervous. In the past it has troubled their sleep, brings their nameless sibling to their side to soothe them in a way only a few things can do. (A father's words, a mother's lullabies. The sound of a music box, which still sits on the desk in the room they have been permitted to share.)
Their sibling is nervous, almost anxious, even though they don't seem to acknowledge that's what they're feeling.
But then again, they never have. Their world has always been so small, so restricted. It's sad.
They pause at the Hollow Knight's curiosity, and then simply fold the paper up and gently pat their shoulder with a hand. Using the other for a simple gesture; finger in front of their mask, a gesture they've used before. It's a surprise. It's a secret.
They gesture to the bed again, more insistent, rather than answer. They have a long day tomorrow. They should sleep. ]
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Their sibling is nervous, almost anxious, even though they don't seem to acknowledge that's what they're feeling.
But then again, they never have. Their world has always been so small, so restricted. It's sad.
They pause at the Hollow Knight's curiosity, and then simply fold the paper up and gently pat their shoulder with a hand. Using the other for a simple gesture; finger in front of their mask, a gesture they've used before. It's a surprise. It's a secret.
They gesture to the bed again, more insistent, rather than answer. They have a long day tomorrow. They should sleep. ]