[She doesn't hesitate any further and instead just moves to gather Layla up in a hug. She can see it all; of course, she doesn't mean to see it all, but the ones hurting are the easiest to read. She strokes Layla's hair and murmurs softly.]
Then you don't have to, it's alright. I ain't going anywhere.
But she's trying to listen to the lady: there's a warmth there that reminds her of momma, and she doesn't seem upset. Either she doesn't really know, or.....
Or.....
Her mind couldn't come up with anything else. Was she bluffing about knowing?]
I'm somethin' called a Legilimens. It... well, not that I mean to honey, but it means I can read minds. [It wasn't how it actually worked, but for the sake of simplifying, it did the trick.]
Her thoughts caught for a moment at that as her breath did. It wasn't a swear word that passed through her mind then, so much as a kind of cringe. Maybe if she'd been an adult, she would've, but instead, she simply sank down into the hug more.
After a moment, quiet, tears threatening in those big dark eyes of hers as she peeked up again:]
I think honey, you need to realize a mother will always want to protect her baby, and if you made her baby sleep, then she's gonna get mad. I know it's sad, but you need to give Layla back her body, honey. We'll get you a new one, but Layla deserves a life.
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Then you don't have to, it's alright. I ain't going anywhere.
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How do you know, anyway?
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But she's trying to listen to the lady: there's a warmth there that reminds her of momma, and she doesn't seem upset. Either she doesn't really know, or.....
Or.....
Her mind couldn't come up with anything else. Was she bluffing about knowing?]
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You poor thing...
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Her thoughts caught for a moment at that as her breath did. It wasn't a swear word that passed through her mind then, so much as a kind of cringe. Maybe if she'd been an adult, she would've, but instead, she simply sank down into the hug more.
After a moment, quiet, tears threatening in those big dark eyes of hers as she peeked up again:]
You won't tell anyone?
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It ain't your fault honey, and it's not for me ta tell. But I won't go anywhere.
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But it is my fault. I'm the one that made Layla be quiet. And... I'm not telling momma.
And I know it's lying, and that's bad... but I'm not a bad monster, I promise....
But... what if momma figures it out and gets upset?
What if she wants the first Layla back?
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She doesn't love momma. Or anyone. I think I only got in because she was empty.....
Wait, a new one? [She looks up again, trying to wrap her mind around this.] So.... so someone else?