That one could not handle losing another?
For in all realms and possibilities, she had never heard of that one. As if, for some moment, Thoth shifted the mighty hands of Time and lifted up a new universe in the planes of their existence to present to her ignorance a new truth.
Senmut would be fine with Legend gone.
Why not Aiesha?
Tears had seeped into the girls fur too.
Legends head was ringing again. So very, very loudly.
So, she stopped focusing on it to instead focus on the present of reality.
A soft and steady blink, head nodding. The closest to a thank you a weasel knew how to give.
“..Maybe more than ever, you have room to grow now.”
Where they weren’t at war.
Where she didn’t have to fake interest in being royalty.
Where she did not have to worry of her mother’s health.
Where she did not have to worry of her father’s next decision.
Part of Legend’s journey, it was learning that others existed too. That they felt things even if she couldn’t. That her actions affected them.
“I hope — my outburst in the courtroom did not change your fate as it likely has mine. The rulers here are good tempered. I do not see them putting my faults on you, but if they— tell me all about it, and I w-will—. Well, I’ll fix it for you.”
She wasn’t very good at fixing things. It’d probably be a lie of an apology, but— something in her felt mucky and dark if her failures ended up biting Aiesha.