[Where Stelle's grip is gentle, there's a surprising strength in Firefly's hold in return - not painful, but firm in a way that's still hopefully comforting. Like she's fully committed to this being what she can offer instead of just words.]
... I'm sorry.
[It's not just a hasty apology for things that might not entirely be her fault. Firefly truly means it; she knows the feelings of getting caught up on what could have been. Looking back to the yawning emptiness of a life, knowing there should be something there but finding nothing. Their situations aren't exactly the same - for Firefly truly had nothing in those black spaces, where things were painted over in Stelle's case - but... she knows that feeling of not being quite complete.]
If... if that's something that I could help you with... believe me, I would.
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... I'm sorry.
[It's not just a hasty apology for things that might not entirely be her fault. Firefly truly means it; she knows the feelings of getting caught up on what could have been. Looking back to the yawning emptiness of a life, knowing there should be something there but finding nothing. Their situations aren't exactly the same - for Firefly truly had nothing in those black spaces, where things were painted over in Stelle's case - but... she knows that feeling of not being quite complete.]
If... if that's something that I could help you with... believe me, I would.