TAKE A BREAK / o, sick

[SOLVEIG]

"You're not fine," Solveig would answer the girl's stuttering words, her voice still soft as she began to be surrounded by all the people that she cared about. Her brother, Rochelle; herself. So much so that she stepped back slightly as tea was offered. Goldie was just sick. Perhaps this was a little overboard, but on the other hand, it wasn't. Goldie needed to know there were people around her that she could rely on, no matter how unwilling she was to do it. "There is nothing wrong with needing help, Goldie. You have people who love you more than anything in this world, and we would do anything to make sure that you were okay. There is no strength in hiding the truth from the people you love. Your strength comes from the people you can rely on."

Before Solveig could elaborate any further, the form of Rosemary made her shoulders stiffen as her gaze briefly found the other woman's. She felt the stone-cold severing of any possible connection with her mind she could have made, making her jaw faintly tense, even as she bowed her head low in respect to the head Soothsayer. "We all love you, Goldie. Please let us take care of you." For a moment, Solveig hesitated as she glanced back to Rosemary, of whom had already dismissed her, but she just as quickly offered a smile as she turned and began to walk away, knowing that with Rosemary around, she would not be wanted.

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