[ Comfort. Peace. It's a feeling Kisa had treasured once, and had only begun to recently grasp again, thanks to Tohru and her unwavering dedication to staying nearby and encouraging.
She doesn't know the man, or the dog, or this boy, but this is... family. A supportive family, where the parent is quietly proud and the boy must find some measure of happiness in that.
It makes something ache, deep inside of her, but once the vision clears and she blinks through her tears (but why is she crying), it's to look down and see not paws, but thin human hands.
Oh. She'd transformed back, hadn't she, and she utters not a word, or a sound, just shrinks down where she is because she also happens to be naked. ]
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She doesn't know the man, or the dog, or this boy, but this is... family. A supportive family, where the parent is quietly proud and the boy must find some measure of happiness in that.
It makes something ache, deep inside of her, but once the vision clears and she blinks through her tears (but why is she crying), it's to look down and see not paws, but thin human hands.
Oh. She'd transformed back, hadn't she, and she utters not a word, or a sound, just shrinks down where she is because she also happens to be naked. ]