( it helps. the gentle press of hunter's forehead against hers brings her more relief than eda knows how to conceptualise, soothed by the physical knowledge that he's still present. that he didn't run—he should have ran! this brat!—and neither did he get whisked away by a monstrous figure.
her body is still changing, contorting and twisting against her will, but the pace of it seems to have calmed. she feels less like she's becoming some sharp, angry and yowling thing. less like she's falling apart.
less like she's losing herself. )
You know mama likes it dark.
( eda answers, a soft but unnatural echo to her voice. it's one of the last changes she undergoes before her spine jerks and wings snap out from between her shoulder blades. they flick outward once before settling against her back, a few loose feathers shedding to the floor.
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her body is still changing, contorting and twisting against her will, but the pace of it seems to have calmed. she feels less like she's becoming some sharp, angry and yowling thing. less like she's falling apart.
less like she's losing herself. )
You know mama likes it dark.
( eda answers, a soft but unnatural echo to her voice. it's one of the last changes she undergoes before her spine jerks and wings snap out from between her shoulder blades. they flick outward once before settling against her back, a few loose feathers shedding to the floor.
it's not so bad.
it's not so bad. )
I'm okay.
( for the most part anyway. )