[ Aloy finds her feet taking her towards Shiro's tent almost before she realizes what's happening. The guilt, the anxiety, the feeling that should have done something more--all of it presses on her. All of it is familiar. She closes the flap of the tent behind her just as Shiro strikes the support and without thinking she rushes forward to grab at his arm, to hold him back in case he does it again. ]
Shiro...!
[ Her mind brushes his just as her hands touch his arm, her own confusion, grief, and uncertainty spilling against his. What does she say? How does she do this? It's all so new. So strange. ]
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Shiro...!
[ Her mind brushes his just as her hands touch his arm, her own confusion, grief, and uncertainty spilling against his. What does she say? How does she do this? It's all so new. So strange. ]
It's not your fault.
[ Maybe that's what he needs to hear right now. ]