A hundred years past her times, a child that has seen too much still looks the same. What had Kaji said? Only the table manners had changed. The misery, the unfairness of it all, never had.

So she elects not to speak unsure so much if Asuka would take it if it was offered, but if the embrace was given regardless - perhaps it would take the hardness of choice when growing out of it. She sits on the floor beside Asuka, her hands coming up to sweep across her hair in the mimicry of how she had tended her before. This time, it's careful, this time it's a silence and a embrace before she's sure and settles with a easy open arm, that says no more than, here, little brave one, come here. I've got you.