Rémi looked up at the more experienced Briarheart, tilting his head a bit and leaning it on Currach’s shoulder. Struggling with herself? What did that mean? Did it mean… not knowing whyyou were what you were? Rémi felt that way sometimes.. not often, but sometimes. Was it normal to think that way?
“Currach is worried now?” He asked slowly.
Currach bit his lip. “Slightly.” He wasn’t sure what else to say, and even if he did, he was unsure on how to word it. They were merely feelings, inscrutable as they had always been.
“Do you ever worry?” he asked, unsure of how else to stop the rather uneasy atmosphere. “About things that are out of your control, perhaps?”
He thought for a moment, unsure if he did or not. Worry… well, he worried about Nirn sometimes, and he worried about sabercats getting him when he went out at night. And he worried about other things too…
He nodded. “Uh-huh. A little.” He admitted.
“It is never good to,” he admitted with a sigh. “Especially when they are not worth pondering. I suppose I should just be happy that a fellow sister is alive. As for you, whatever ails you, it…”
He suddenly found his mind rather blank, and was unsure on what to say. “If you worry about the Reach, it is probably best that you put your thoughts into action, however you can.”
Rémi looked at him, and hugged him a bit tighter. “Rémi does good things for Reach. Is make friends with lots people, so lots people is know about Forsworn things. Like.. like is not all want hurt things. Is so can help, little bits.” He nodded, and cuddled into Currach, sitting on his lap.
“Is worry sometimes… about going back to dark place… is Currach remember dark place?” He asked after a moment, and in a very soft voice.
While Currach was not entirely sure of what Remi was talking about, he figured he had the general idea down.
“Friendship is always a good first step,” he agreed. “If anything, it will teach those you meet that not all people are out to hurt one another. Many have lived under the assumption that the world is cruel, but it only takes a smile to have one returned.”
He was somewhat surprised to see Rémi cuddle up with him, but he figured that, despite his clear maturity, he was mostly a child. He returned the embrace gently; surely, it would pose as a bit of comfort.
“The dark place,” he echoed quietly. Truly, he recalled little about his own ritual, or the past, but he could remember pain, and a rather alarming, paralyzed consciousness before more or less falling into sleep, or whatever it had been.
“I am not sure. What was it like, Rémi?”