Re: Dora and Addi
Dora gathered the other woman against her chest. She didn't really murmur words, but made soft reassuring sounds, and a hand stroked that red hair with a gentleness most never credited her with, even after the twins were born. She'd always had a good heart, even if it was hidden under many, many layers at times. Layers and masks.
The older witch offered Addi a wan smile of her own, hoping to reassure at least a little. The woman had little enough reason to like her, she knew, though they got along quite well most of the time. She enjoyed crafting charms for her to try out, and listened to feedback diligently.
She conjured a handkerchief with a twist of her wrist and proffered it to Addi. Her fingers still trembled faintly, not completely under her control no matter how much she wanted them to be. "About what? You weren't the one doing something stupid in there," she said. Her accent, normally present but crisp, had thickened in her own distress, though she was still understandable.