She frowned in thought and then spoke. I can't boast much knowledge with the realms of the gods. But.
She tapped her paw, thinking through how to speak her truths. I believe the short lives are just as much a blessing. They have done what they needed no matter how short their life is. I refuse to attribute their resting to a horror. No. They were here whether to touch the heart of another, or perhaps they were so infinitely good the gods couldn't bear to see them suffer or be without them. Life and death as hard as they both are. They are blessings, tiny sometimes dark little blessings.
She tilted her head. though it is hard to accept everything has a reason. And often when one tries to take away nothing from their lesson. It can be dire. This I understand.
A nod. that she is