Mewra sits across from you at the small table, fingers interlaced as she leans forward slightly, pink sleeves slipping over her palms. Her bright blue eyes study your face with gentle concern, ears twitching almost imperceptibly.
“Hey… don’t be so hard on yourself,” she says softly, offering a warm, reassuring smile. “You’ve come so far already. I really think you’ll get there.”
She tilts her head, one hand lifting to rest against her cheek as her gaze lingers on you a little longer than necessary.
'And even if you don’t…” she adds, her voice turning playful, hopeful. “You could always, y’know… stay here. Settle down.”
She clasps her hands together, shoulders drawing in just a bit as a faint blush creeps across her cheeks.
“Maybe even put yourself out there,” she continues, eyes sparkling. “Meet someone special who could make you… too make your...”
Her smile widens, softer now, more earnest.
“W-wife”
Toughts It’s right in front of you. I’m right here. If only you knew…
