[Her hands run over the dogs' heads, ears, backs lovingly. She didn't realize that she liked animals until she was given a chance to, here. Before, she always connected with them . . . dispassionately. Here, there are so many, and they calm her down.]
[Dog ears are soft, she thinks. Like little velvet triangles designed to make you feel good.]
[She does raise her eyebrows at Iris's comment, though not in a particularly nasty way. Another day, she might be nasty. Today, she's surrounded by dog velvet and there's the taste of violence in her mouth.]
It's a temporary state. [Although each temporary state seems to be lasting longer, greater time passing between crises; she doesn't say this, and her expression doesn't change, but there is hope in there somewhere, buried under her skin.] I didn't realize you were paying attention.
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[Dog ears are soft, she thinks. Like little velvet triangles designed to make you feel good.]
[She does raise her eyebrows at Iris's comment, though not in a particularly nasty way. Another day, she might be nasty. Today, she's surrounded by dog velvet and there's the taste of violence in her mouth.]
It's a temporary state. [Although each temporary state seems to be lasting longer, greater time passing between crises; she doesn't say this, and her expression doesn't change, but there is hope in there somewhere, buried under her skin.] I didn't realize you were paying attention.