Damnit, Lydia hadn't wanted to cry--and now she just...couldn't seem to stop. Sniffling, then moving to pull her hands away if she could. She wanted to pull her hood up, hide, curl up in a ball.
Lydia was the strong one, darn-it. She wasn't alone. Even if her friends died, it'd be preferable to that horrid crystalline limbo. She'd see them again in the Neitherworld right? RIGHT?
Betel-Po trilled worriedly, pulling away from Lin and moving to attach himself to her arm and shoulder. Trying to figure out what to do, before turning worriedly to Ira. "I...I haven't seen her cry like this. Not since she rode in the memory of the past heroes kupo." Patting her arm awkwardly, pom drooping.
Pretend i have good crying Lydia icons, okay?
Lydia was the strong one, darn-it. She wasn't alone. Even if her friends died, it'd be preferable to that horrid crystalline limbo. She'd see them again in the Neitherworld right? RIGHT?
Betel-Po trilled worriedly, pulling away from Lin and moving to attach himself to her arm and shoulder. Trying to figure out what to do, before turning worriedly to Ira. "I...I haven't seen her cry like this. Not since she rode in the memory of the past heroes kupo." Patting her arm awkwardly, pom drooping.