[Damn straight she'd do it for him. Which is why she returns the hug, wrapping an arm around him and holding the kid close. She's just glad that he didn't... run away or... or SOMETHING. Like a lot of people might have, walking in on that little berserker fit she was having there...]
Hey-- hey, it's okay... It's all right.
[It occurs to her, in a flash of dark irony, that right now she probably looks like exactly what Claudia wanted her to be. Comforting a child, holding him close... like in all those paintings of Saint Alessa, the Holy Mother, the God of Snakes and Reeds.]
[But that's not the way it is. She's not doing this because it's what Claudia wanted... but because when she looked down at Ken-- god dammmit, she saw Alessa for a second. Or rather, the child that Alessa once was.]
[And she's sick of kids having to be scared of things like this. ... Even if she might be that thing, right now...]
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Hey-- hey, it's okay... It's all right.
[It occurs to her, in a flash of dark irony, that right now she probably looks like exactly what Claudia wanted her to be. Comforting a child, holding him close... like in all those paintings of Saint Alessa, the Holy Mother, the God of Snakes and Reeds.]
[But that's not the way it is. She's not doing this because it's what Claudia wanted... but because when she looked down at Ken-- god dammmit, she saw Alessa for a second. Or rather, the child that Alessa once was.]
[And she's sick of kids having to be scared of things like this. ... Even if she might be that thing, right now...]