The Clara Doll nodded her head, being sure to provide the other was some form of comfort as she does this willfully and happily with the older female. She doesn’t seem to want to hurt Love like the cruel sisters she was kin to wished to do back home — no, she seemed much more human than the doll herself did, in her mind. Rock really was a human in her head.
” No!
Nothing is wrong with missing things! “
█⊰✰⊱█ "..." She guessed the doll was right, it was nothing abnormal as human as she appeared to be. She isn't truly human, she's anything that isn't near the word knowing in her own mind what she is capable of. Allowing her to at least hold the belief that she is one, couldn't hurt now by much. Who would she be to ruin that delusion she is normal when she is not? Honestly, she thought her rather... slow way of holding conversation would be enough to alert to something yet that is fine. There's no need to complain, when for now she would be fine keeping a lonely child company when she may need it most. “I... see..."
