a soft sniffle in silnce

*she curls up on the soft blanket, red like the caste of her Jarl. she buries her face in a bunched up part of the blanket which lays in her sleeping spot. a tear slips out from between her wispy lashes. it gets soaked up by the blanket. she quietly sobs to herself*
"it's good to cry sometimes. it's good to think about the past. it brought you to were you are now, petals. cry it out, it'll be okay, some things need to be vented. it's okay to cry. let it all just flow out of your system. it's okay. it'll be okay, your safe here, everything is okay. you can cry here right now, it's okay"
*she pulls her tear soaked face up from the blanket, her Jarl not around at all this evening, like every other evening lately, her face slides back down into the blanket hiding her sadness. her Jarl has not been back yet, her little mind worries while she sleeps, it worries when she awakes and has no one to serve, she worries when she has to go feed the verr. she knows he's okay. but she just has to worry. if she didn't...she wouldn't be her.*

*she pretends the vulo stuffed sack she cuddles every night was her Jarl she whispers the words into the cold darkness of the night "i-i-i-i mi-miss you my Jarl....." her voice tight and squeaky...she sobs herself to sleep*