[Flandre remains limp when she's picked up, and is at first unresponsive. There are arms around her now--still not her own, but...she was being held. Squeezed ever so gently--a hug.
They normally made her so happy she would be beside herself for a moment, but now all she could do was shudder and whimper and bury her face.
"Why" was a question she'd asked herself often; why she was sick, why she was so alone. But this was new. Unpleasantly so.
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They normally made her so happy she would be beside herself for a moment, but now all she could do was shudder and whimper and bury her face.
"Why" was a question she'd asked herself often; why she was sick, why she was so alone. But this was new. Unpleasantly so.
The vampire's shoulders shook again.]