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[ways_lust]

Lust leads Miho in from the hall, a slight frown of concern on her face. "Miho, you are looking ... less well ... than usual. Is there something wrong?"

She sits the girl down in one of the comfy chairs and fetches a bottle of wine with two glasses.

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[twiststheblade]

Miho shrugs, curling back into the chair.

"I'll survive. Just not feeling my best."

Understatement of the year.

[ways_lust]

She pours for them both and hands the first glass to Miho. "Please, talk to me."

Gently urging, she says, "Miho ... I can see something is wrong. Please ..."

[twiststheblade]

Miho takes a sip of the wine, before sighing.

"I'm not sleeping, I can't seem to eat, and I just. . ." She shrugs, helplessly.

"It hurts."

[ways_lust]

As Miho sips at the wine, Lust slowly and very, very gently slips into her mind. She doesn't do anything yet, just establishes her presence there to soothe anything she chooses to do later.

"What hurts?" She slips out of her chair to kneel by Miho's chair and lays one hand on the other's wrist.