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Cubey was filled with genuine concern as she witnessed Harpy on the ground, whimpering rapid apologies after another. More so to herself and with no one around to notice except for her at the moment. She would’ve have went her ways, had it not been for her seeing the bird demon beforehand.
Thankfully, she didn’t.
‘She sounds too quiet,’ she thought to herself, sighing as she walked toward the latter in soft steps as to not startle her, ‘too quiet…’ It had her worried even more, because she could just be a passing breeze that none would notice at all.
With her knees bent slightly, Cubey placed a gentle hand on Harpy's trembling shoulder, “hey, what’s wrong?”
At that, she turned to her with teary eyes. Those bright emerald eyes had taken on a such very sad shade that made her chest feel stuffy and heavy. Looking like this didn’t suit her. In response, the latter gestured to their surroundings with shaky sleeves that hid her hand. “I… I dropped the s–supply and most of them got broken from… the impact! What do I do?!”
She looked over to the firearms and other equipment on the cemented floor. From the looks of it, they really did get damaged with some having visible cracks on them and other dented from inside out. Her gaze wavered as she saw them. Although she didn’t have slippery hands, she understood full well as to what it was like to not be good at the one thing you were supposed to be.
At your profession, that is...
Having her eyes wander back to the other female demon, Cubey gave her a reassuring smile and her grip on her shoulder became firm before letting go of it, being certain they won't shake as much when she stated this. “Harpy, it’s alright. We can go to Ole Man and have them fixed.” Then, she had her knees now on the ground and her hands reached for the clutter. “But first, we have to tidy up.”
“Y… You’re right,” after rubbing at her eyes a few times, Harpy also did the same. “Let’s do that.”
“If you’d like,” said she in the midst of them picking up the items and putting them back into the carts. “We can have some girl talk on the way there as well.”
Cubey knew she had always loved those things more than her, but she didn’t mind it one bit. If it made Harpy happy, then that was what mattered more. And in her efforts, what greeted her next was a big bright smile and a cheery nod from her.
“Yes, I’d love that!”
Good, good, this suited her much better. Thus, Cubey turned around and continued their task, though she carefully listened to her every bubbly chatter with a chest full of warmth.