[A breath escapes her as Riley's arms wrap around her - part from the squeeze but mostly from the relief. She's doing good. She's doing something right, she's helping. Even if it's just a little bit. And the response is, thank god, clear and easy to understand. Nothing to guess or risk, not like spoken words. Bodies are honest, and Mukuro has always been better in tune with nonverbal language.
But she knows how it can get, with the static in your head - she remembers, how much having something else to focus on helps. So Mukuro ducks her head, the better to murmur right by Riley's ear.]
It's okay, Riley. I'm staying here. With you.
[And stay she does. If this goes on long enough, she'll sink slowly to the couch, sit with her rather than lean over her - but she won't let go of Riley no matter what.]
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But she knows how it can get, with the static in your head - she remembers, how much having something else to focus on helps. So Mukuro ducks her head, the better to murmur right by Riley's ear.]
It's okay, Riley.
I'm staying here. With you.
[And stay she does. If this goes on long enough, she'll sink slowly to the couch, sit with her rather than lean over her - but she won't let go of Riley no matter what.]