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[fogsong]

My mother, Rose Da Silva, has returned to the ocean. I know she was close to a lot of people here and I thought it was important to let everyone know.

[ She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, truth be told, but she knew she couldn’t selfishly hold onto the information when Rose knew and cared about so many people in this place and vice versa. But even this small amount of public acknowledgment cuts her to the bone. ]

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[fogsong]

[ The first thing she thought of was you. The words dig into her chest and wiggle down deep like some perfect and inexplicably awful parasite, one she would never try to rid herself of even if she could. She could feel the hot tears against the heels of her palms. How did she even have any left?

At his response, she releases a weighted breath and pulls her hands from her face. The hollows under her eyes gleam wetly. Unthinking, she steps toward him to embrace him. As much for her as for him. She isn't often one to reach out for physical comfort, and rarely ever tries to touch him beyond a childish, teasing nudge, but there's an innocent childs need for it in her right now. ]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul's definitely not a hugger. He's not even one much for physical touch unless he knows the person well. But Sharon is in deep, deep pain right now that he can relate to on a personal level. And she's so young, still just a young girl who wants her mother.

So he stiffens up for a moment when Sharon hugs him. He's stiff and awkward in the way that people who don't hug much are like. But then he relaxes into the embrace, bringing up his arms to hold onto Sharon. He tries to be like a rock for her, a strong, supportive presence since Rose isn't here right now to be one for her.]