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The tiny wildcat could not say she was close to Trevor. But she did work with Michael. She cared enough to feel for the loss. A lover's death was something she had yet to experience, but so many of her crewmates had now... She knew it hurt.
So, she kept her paws busy. Had already been a busybody. Intent on keeping things steady. For everyone who needed it. Especially in times of grief.
Wary of being too distant, as she knew she could, Keona tried to check in too. She hadn't expected... Whatever that fizzing sound was. On the sand. Like something... Overflowing maybe? Or popping? The petite fae was relatively unfamiliar with bubbles, her sharp ears perking and tail flicking behind her in confusion. "... Michael? What is..." She idly pressed a paw forward, pale hues dancing in further bemusement.
What a strange feeling. Soapy... "... Bubbles?"
[/td][/tr][/table]So, she kept her paws busy. Had already been a busybody. Intent on keeping things steady. For everyone who needed it. Especially in times of grief.
Wary of being too distant, as she knew she could, Keona tried to check in too. She hadn't expected... Whatever that fizzing sound was. On the sand. Like something... Overflowing maybe? Or popping? The petite fae was relatively unfamiliar with bubbles, her sharp ears perking and tail flicking behind her in confusion. "... Michael? What is..." She idly pressed a paw forward, pale hues dancing in further bemusement.
What a strange feeling. Soapy... "... Bubbles?"
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