05-16-2025, 10:26 PM
Sylvia pulls herself slowly to her feet, the Terrain giving her just enough focus to move again. She creeps towards Oz, almost slinking along - too exhausted to do much faster. When she gets close enough, she simply reaches out her nose, touching it lightly to Oz before collapsing down again, though holding her contact - her psychic force, weak but there, humms as soothing a note as she can manage, for both of your's sake.
(Note- this is akin to a cat's purr, helpful for reducing stress and potentially even increasing healing.)
(Note- this is akin to a cat's purr, helpful for reducing stress and potentially even increasing healing.)
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