[ vi just lets her cry. myri has been there so many times for her, it's time to return the favor. her fingers smooth through myri's hair in an aggressively soothing manner. soooooooooooothe, soooooooooooothe, soothe. she doesn't say anything useful. but after a while a little roman lullaby slips out and her hair playing with starts to match the lazy rhythm of the song. ]
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