Now that she knew why Kaede looked so different, she was just relieved she was there. It was still Kaede- her heart could tell her that easily, even without the ability to use words to do so.
"I can understand that I suppose. I've been pretty nervous since then too. To be honest, I'm really bad with phones, but I kept telling myself to call you...But then the phone would stare me in the face like a predator, it felt like."
What she understood, mostly, was the anxiety- but she only understood the concept of it, not the reason. She knew that all too well. "I don't know why someone attacked you, but even more so...I don't know why you seem like you're breaking just trying to speak. I'm not that scary, you know. You don't have to be afraid of me."
It wasn't until after she said that she gained awareness of what really was scaring Kaede. It wasn't Harveste that scared her, or so it sounded. It was her, but indirectly. What Kaede was scared of was something many people, the faerin included, feared. It was change. Kaede was changing.
Taking a seat next to the girl with crimson hair, she made sure to sit as closely as possible without actually overlapping her- her leg touched the other's, but wasn't atop it. Just close enough to feel her warmth. Leaning against her so her shoulder was against the woman's arm, she felt her own violet locks trying to tie themselves around the other. Instead of speaking her thoughts, however, she sang.
"Once there was I
The world passing by
A flame far out of my reach.
Shivering scared,
I was not prepared
But still, me it did teach-
The world, it spins
With or without,
Whether quiet or shout.
It still moves about
And so, I sit right here
Near the flames that I feared
Shedding my tears, not alone.
And just the same, the flame is home."
Her song over, sung whimsically and random, she took a peek through her bangs up at her personal audience. With luck, Kaede would understand as the one that taught her to sing from her heart: while she was afraid of people, just like that flame she hid from, she wasn't afraid of this one. Kaede wasn't something she feared, but rather treasured. However, that song was all that she could use to express it, her lips not once quivering open once it ended, only watching for a response with eyes glazed from the tears she'd sung of.