She sniffed a little, tears sprinkling the corners of her eyes, and she followed along to the couch. She lay down almost robotically, without any soul or feeling to it, just metal and not much else. She tried not to cry, but when that failed, she cried silently, tears streaming down her cherub cheeks like dew off a flower in the early morning. She ended up bawling in moments, the memories of recent time overwhelming her completely as she shook and shuddered and tried not to show just how broken she was. What would she become if she did, would she ask?
Met left momentarily to get blankets and a pillow for her, getting a couple of both. He had no clue how to care for a child, but Ysa seemed quite comprehensive on her own, so maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about it.
He trotted over to the couch, but heard her crying as he approached, his neutral expression turning to worry once again.
“Ysa, are you okay?” He asked as he set the blankets and pillows down next to her.
"I'm fine!" she abruptly stopped crying, and it was clear she was afraid. Pandora always punished her for crying, always punished her for showing any emotion, she wasn't supposed to have emotion. But hten he always said he'd never do such a thing, and that her mind was always making up such silly stories. "I'm fine!" she repeated, because she had to be, because Pandora would be mad at her if she didn't act fine, all the time, and he could come into the house at any moment and hurt her at any moment, and she didn't want to be hurt, she just wanted to be okay.
“Uhm… you can cry? It’s okay,” Met soothed gently, wondering if that’s what she was so afraid of.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Ysa.” Met sat next to her, an air of awkwardness surrounding him as he shuffled his fingers.
He decided to quickly change the subject to hopefully make her feel better: “I got you some pillows and blankets. It gets pretty cold in my apartment at night, so I wanted to make sure you were warm.” Met gestured to the sheets he found in his closet. “And if you get hungry I have food in my fridge, and I can leave out a cup of water or something.” He really wanted to do more for this petrified child, but he couldn’t help feeling as if he were doing the bare minimum to help.
