Iris finds it indispensable to keep in mind Clementine's comfort levels.
Sometimes people want to be touched and sometimes they don't. When that person is younger, it's even more important to let them set the parameters, however loving Iris' intentions really are. It's why she waits until Clementine gives her the go ahead. She waits for that little nod to lower herself down to Clementine's eye level. Brushes the tears gently away with the swipe of her fingers.
And then wraps her arms around Clementine's tiny frame, being mindful of the bandage on her arm.
"It's okay," she says, her voice quiet and muffled. Maybe that's true and maybe it isn't. Maybe all Iris means is that Clementine is safe now, at least from the world she just left behind. Iris tightens her hold, but never enough to hurt. "You're okay."
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Sometimes people want to be touched and sometimes they don't. When that person is younger, it's even more important to let them set the parameters, however loving Iris' intentions really are. It's why she waits until Clementine gives her the go ahead. She waits for that little nod to lower herself down to Clementine's eye level. Brushes the tears gently away with the swipe of her fingers.
And then wraps her arms around Clementine's tiny frame, being mindful of the bandage on her arm.
"It's okay," she says, her voice quiet and muffled. Maybe that's true and maybe it isn't. Maybe all Iris means is that Clementine is safe now, at least from the world she just left behind. Iris tightens her hold, but never enough to hurt. "You're okay."