( Sarissa is quiet for a moment, gaze flickering to Sarah, letting her hand be guided to run down the line of tissue. Her thumb rests against Sarah's jaw as her fingers map out the line. )
No. I didn't know.
( There's just layers and layers to how difficult Sarah's life is, how much Sarissa doesn't know, how much pain she lives with. Some part of Sarissa can't help just be like "this, this sort of bullshit is why I want to protect you and not make you deal with shit," but it's not a part that she'll give any voice to. Instead she kisses Sarah's cheek, rests her head against Sarah's. )
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No. I didn't know.
( There's just layers and layers to how difficult Sarah's life is, how much Sarissa doesn't know, how much pain she lives with. Some part of Sarissa can't help just be like "this, this sort of bullshit is why I want to protect you and not make you deal with shit," but it's not a part that she'll give any voice to. Instead she kisses Sarah's cheek, rests her head against Sarah's. )
What happened?