[ With an airy chuckle, Grell reassuring rubs at the girl's back. Softly, she shushes her. ]
It's alright, little one. I'll gladly think of yours.
[ With a tilt of the head, she hums. Abigail adores birds - and so does William, which she also seems to like. If memory serves her right, the man particularly has a fondness for one breed, in particular. One she'd recently heard a Japanese lullaby about! That had reminded her of him, at the time, but certainly would suit this darling little angel, even more... ]
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It's alright, little one. I'll gladly think of yours.
[ With a tilt of the head, she hums. Abigail adores birds - and so does William, which she also seems to like. If memory serves her right, the man particularly has a fondness for one breed, in particular. One she'd recently heard a Japanese lullaby about! That had reminded her of him, at the time, but certainly would suit this darling little angel, even more... ]
I think I know. Hatoki.