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The knowledge that there was nothing she could've done to save Sif didn't make Molli feel any better for her uselessness and panic--panic that had been more becoming of a trainee than a seasoned veteran of two years. She didn't leave Sif's side while the NMX doctors conducted their life-saving operation; sharp glares and repeatedly tapping the rank pink helped dissuade any efforts to shoo her out, and her heart skipped a beat once Sif's eyes fluttered open at last. Molli had returned Sif's smile, though her crimson eyes lacked warmth--minutes of worry and fear had sucked that out. "Didn't miss much," she said, holding a freshly-healed hand out for Sif to take if needed, "Glad to have you back."
Molli gave Chincha a long stare while she waited for Sif to rearm herself and wondered what their tenuous ally thought of the whole ordeal. Though she'd follow orders out of fear, no doubt, did she harbor any suspicions as to their true motives? Thinking back, Molli wished that she and Sif hadn't gotten involved in their little adventure in the first place, though she'd never admit that to Sif. Her optimism wasn't something Molli ever wanted to snuff out. They failed to accomplish much this time, but maybe, against all odds, next time could be different.
It wasn't hard to notice Sif's uncomfortable hold on the rifle as they walked to the bridge, and when Sif stepped aside to warn Molli of the issue, she directed Sif into a small maintenance closet so that they wouldn't be observed. "Yeah, I noticed," she said with a grimace, squeezing Sif's hand lightly in return. In Molli's original body, it had always been the case that other nekos needed to exercise a certain degree of restraint around her, lest their overwhelming strength cause some kind of injury. Sif was experiencing what that felt like for what was likely the first time in her life, and Molli was decidedly uncomfortable with the reversal of their usual roles. Sif was always the shieldmaiden, she was damn good at it, and Molli didn't think she'd be able to shoulder that burden, even with all of her borrowed body's strength.
Sif's request made Molli's grip on her hand tighten, and she took a step closer, frowning, "You won't threaten nothing, hear me?" she sounded irritated and indignant, but after taking a small breath, Molli set a comforting palm on Sif's shoulder, "I'll watch your back, just stay close." That was human weakness talking, Molli knew it, and Sif probably did too. She couldn't fathom letting Sif die, much less being the one to kill her, even for the sake of a mission this important, even knowing that death didn't mean anything to her. "I'm not gonna let you die," Molli reiterated softly, squeezing Sif's palm and shoulder, with warmth returned to her eyes from newfound purpose.
"Let's get to the bridge, they'll be on our case if we take too long," Molli said, coming out of the closet after she was certain nobody was watching.
Molli gave Chincha a long stare while she waited for Sif to rearm herself and wondered what their tenuous ally thought of the whole ordeal. Though she'd follow orders out of fear, no doubt, did she harbor any suspicions as to their true motives? Thinking back, Molli wished that she and Sif hadn't gotten involved in their little adventure in the first place, though she'd never admit that to Sif. Her optimism wasn't something Molli ever wanted to snuff out. They failed to accomplish much this time, but maybe, against all odds, next time could be different.
It wasn't hard to notice Sif's uncomfortable hold on the rifle as they walked to the bridge, and when Sif stepped aside to warn Molli of the issue, she directed Sif into a small maintenance closet so that they wouldn't be observed. "Yeah, I noticed," she said with a grimace, squeezing Sif's hand lightly in return. In Molli's original body, it had always been the case that other nekos needed to exercise a certain degree of restraint around her, lest their overwhelming strength cause some kind of injury. Sif was experiencing what that felt like for what was likely the first time in her life, and Molli was decidedly uncomfortable with the reversal of their usual roles. Sif was always the shieldmaiden, she was damn good at it, and Molli didn't think she'd be able to shoulder that burden, even with all of her borrowed body's strength.
Sif's request made Molli's grip on her hand tighten, and she took a step closer, frowning, "You won't threaten nothing, hear me?" she sounded irritated and indignant, but after taking a small breath, Molli set a comforting palm on Sif's shoulder, "I'll watch your back, just stay close." That was human weakness talking, Molli knew it, and Sif probably did too. She couldn't fathom letting Sif die, much less being the one to kill her, even for the sake of a mission this important, even knowing that death didn't mean anything to her. "I'm not gonna let you die," Molli reiterated softly, squeezing Sif's palm and shoulder, with warmth returned to her eyes from newfound purpose.
"Let's get to the bridge, they'll be on our case if we take too long," Molli said, coming out of the closet after she was certain nobody was watching.