I feel like it's lashing out. Everyone's hitting their limit.

[Mother we crave chaos :c

Anyway it is no surprise that her emotion share is just. Grim. Bleak, low, grieving and self-loathing. Numbness. And yet Camille is here, flipping through the racks with a pensive look.

There's a thread of warmth in it all. Zigzagging under the muck and ruin is a fond streak, and it's tugged her to this very spot.]

I'm sorry I didn't realize you were the dog. I was never much for animals, and then Asa got hit with...well. Felt like that needed some immediate attention.

...You were pretty cute, though.