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She feels her red hair in her face as a sudden wind blew around the two females, but she doesn’t particularly feel chilly due to it. There’s just a slight shiver down her spine that causes her to close her eyes letting the goosebumps on her skin pop out some over her arms. There’s an odd soothing sensation from the cold embrace, but it’s far too short for her to care for too long, so she just rubs her arms for a bit of warmth and gives Sylvia her attention.
She listens intently figuring out each word as she could since Sylvia’s accent became thicker than it was inside. That's definitely the alcohol in her system at work, but it’s not impossible to understand. And, Elyss soon figures out the sad story behind Sylvia’s fear of another’s touch. Elyss can hear laughter in the back of her head, yet, it is too far away from her to discern. Still, she can tell who’s voice that is finding amusement from such a sad tail locked away in its cage.
This is something Elyss finds herself relating to somewhat. Hollows are evil beings by nature aiming to kill, eat, and destroy humanity to end their endless hunger and evolve themselves. Elyss, herself, has faced a Hollow that she had no hopes of defeating and almost had her life ended. That memory, no matter how badly she wants it gone, is still fresh in her mind as a warning, inspiration, and a detriment to her growing in strength. She was so hopeless then. How will she ever save anyone if she can’t even save herself? Yeah. She remembers that trauma. She has watched even herself become those monsters and attack a friend and almost killed them and herself. She can feel a sour taste in her mouth as she pushes off the wall and steps closer to Sylvia, but not to touch her. “A Hollow killed your friend? That’s… sad to hear.”
Here she goes. Her inability to be that person with advice or know how to cheer someone up is getting to her in the worst of times. How is she supposed to help Sylvia feel better? A woman who doesn’t enjoy being touched because of past trauma? What is there to say? Suck it up? It’ll be all better now? No. Those feel wrong. What’s done is done. If it was all better, Slyvia wouldn’t be the way she is now. She lost her friend to Hollows and now she is fearful of being touched because there are so many things that could be just like the Hollow that killed her friend and almost her. Elyss’ existence is proof of that, isn’t it? Vizards are beings that could cause Sylvia harm by accident just because they exist.
There’s a slight bit of pain in Elyss’ chest. Her existence is hazardous to the world. That realization struck her, and she feels herself take a deep breath. If she doesn’t get herself under control, she’ll be exactly what Sylvia is so afraid of, and with that thought, Elyss is unsure if she is the person who should be beside Sylvia at this moment. Though, looking at the blonde Quincy wiping away at her eyes, Elyss also realizes that her situation doesn’t even matter at this moment. That’s a problem for another time. Right here. Right now. Another person requires attention. Elyss can deal with the thing inside her later when she returns home with Ulv; someone capable of doing what is needed to be done about this. “Sylvia…”
She begins to speak, but she goes quiet and gets a rather hard look about her. Her idea sounds stupid and could backfire horribly, but it’s the only idea in her head that isn’t lame or pitiful. Sylvia dislikes touch because it reminds her of something bad in her past, but that doesn’t make it bad, now does it? Maybe the woman just needs a comforting touch. Something to help ease her mind off of those bad memories. A good to balance the bad. So, after building up a bit of gusto and preparing herself to take a beating if all goes wrong, Elyss steps forward outstretching her arms to quickly wrap them around Sylvia closing her eyes tight for any repercussions to her actions.
Elyss isn’t a hard person to cough. Her body is surprisingly soft despite how she carried herself, and hopefully, that softness is useful in this situation to help Sylvia calm down and make her feel somewhat better even if the initial hug spooks her. Elyss’ hold is tight however; tight and warm. “It’s okay to cry. Cry more if you must. There’s nothing wrong with remembering and grieving. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but I’m here. I’m a shoulder you can cry on if you need to. Just let it all out.”