[ The voices she hears this time are different than the ones they were heading towards. They're accompanied with a chill and a tickle that makes her shiver, but that just makes her giggle. Realizing that's probably inappropriate timing, Merrill immediately looks chagrined before the boy even looks at her again.
It's strange, though, the urge to touch him... to hold him... The maternal instincts overpower Merrill as she lurches even closer and sweeps her arms around the boy so that she can hug him and wail out in the same language the guards were using. ]
It's all my fault! I'll protect you!
[ Except she's not moving, she's just holding him there like dead weight. Merrill isn't feeling quite like...herself. ]
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It's strange, though, the urge to touch him... to hold him... The maternal instincts overpower Merrill as she lurches even closer and sweeps her arms around the boy so that she can hug him and wail out in the same language the guards were using. ]
It's all my fault! I'll protect you!
[ Except she's not moving, she's just holding him there like dead weight. Merrill isn't feeling quite like...herself. ]