❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜ ( from Jester Lavorre to Yasha Nydoorin ) / @stormllight
Even now, after years with Molly and so much time with the Nein, Yasha instinctually stiffens at Jester's gentle voice, her soft approach -- like she might keep the rage and the storms trapped under her skin if she can still herself enough. It's such a strange space to exist in: there are voices in her mind admonishing her for stifling the warrior within her, and some simultaneously disappointed that she can't do it well enough.
Jester is so deeply unlike any of the ghosts that live in her mind. She's like Molly -- warm, bright, full of color and life. There's a gentleness in her that Yasha surges to protect and almost jealously admires from as far away as she can stay at any given moment. Now, in this moment, she relaxes inch by inch, letting a small smile bloom at her lips.
❝ You should be sleeping, ❞ she finally settles on, because it's true. It's Yasha's watch, and she's never minded a little bit of solitude as long as she has the quiet night and the star studded sky around her. But she'd be lying if she said Jester's presence didn't bring comfort. Even as she says it, Yasha carefully pats the ground beside her, inviting Jester to sit.
❝ I... ❞ There's a storm in the distance, somewhere where they can't see it yet. Electricity burns in her nose and her throat, and she should be devoted to its call. How ungrateful is it to dread the voice of your savior, after all ? ❝ ... I feel like I should tell you to leave. I don't want to. ❞
