Clumsy Flying — Even Clumsier Landing

Cordelia didn't mind at all when Loriana clung to her. She allowed the girl to, and shook her head at the girls thoughts. "No, I would never," she said. The woman had made Loriana a promise, after all, and wouldn't go back on it. Never in a million years would Cordelia leave the girl, since she was so dependant on her. She wondered if that dependence would eventually lessen over time, but for the moment, didn't mention anything about it.

She didn't mind the tears that were wetting her shoulder at all. Tears shouldn't be locked up inside, and it was the best way to relieve emotions.

"Like her…"

Had she known about all the pain in Loriana's past, this question probably wouldn't have come out of the vampire's mouth. "Like who?" she asked. Maybe it was stupid to ask and make Loriana think about it, but the twenty-year-old was nosy. She couldn't help but be curious; it was part of her personality. She had to ask.

"I can't…"

Cordelia sat back down on the ground. She looked at Loriana, not really minding that she was clinging to her hand. The woman pulled her hand away gently, though, and picked the girl up, being careful of her back. She placed Loriana on the bed again, the action almost effortless. She sat down next to the girl, though, giving her a nice hug. "It's ok sweetie. Don't cry, I promise I won't do that again. And I'll never abandon you, Loriana."

Upon feeling how hot Loriana's skin was, Cordelia was unsure if she should get a nurse or not. The fever might be getting worse... and she didn't want anything that would leave a lasting effect on Loriana to happen. It would probably take a long time for the girl to be completely better, seeing as how she had gone so long without any medical treatment. Not to mention she had been deprived of love... that was even worse. Physical damage eventually healed, but emotional damage stayed for a very long time.

"She left me... she died. Mom wasn't on good terms with her own mother, but at least gran didn't hate me..."

A look of compassion came to the woman's face. It was really an odd thing to see, since, after all, Cordelia wasn't usually this kind.The poor child! She had really gone through so much... so much that no one deserved to go through. She felt bad for bringing up that memory... she hadn't meant to make the winged one remember such painful thoughts.

"Just as I thought she was starting to like me, she died..."

"I'm sure she hadn't meant to," the widow said softly in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm sure that she liked you, that she loved you. She wouldn't have died on purpose." It was mostly true. People couldn't really just say 'hey, I'm gonna die today!' and lay down, close their eyes, and pass on.

She didn't understand why her mother had been so cruel to Loriana, though... she would never understand how a mother could be cruel to their own child, even if she knew that it happened sometimes.

Loriana was such a nice person... who could have detested her that much? Even if she was slightly clingy at the moment, who wouldn't be in that position? Even Cordelia herself would have been clingy in that situation... then again, she didn't really have anyone to cling to.

As her tears continued on, Cordelia offered a small smile to try and comfort her. "It's alright," she said again. Maybe her grandmother was gone, maybe her mother hated her — but Cordelia didn't plan on leaving Loriana alone until she was stable enough to actually be on her own.

As Loriana fell asleep, Cordelia just looked down at her. Loriana had become like a daughter to her today. It was surprising how much she could care when she actually allowed herself to. The woman didn't even want to think of what would have happened to Loriana had she not been outside, had she been heartless and not helped her.

She was definitely changing. Or, at least, learning that not everyone in the world was a jerk.

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A few days had passed since that meeting, and Cordelia hadn't left the room unless it was a complete and utter emergency. She didn't want another breakdown to occur. There was no way she was going to leave until she was sure Loriana was stable — both physically and emotionally. Besides, she didn't have much of a life anyway. There was nothing she had really missed, she was sure.

The twenty-year-old stretched her shoulders and looked to the avian. "You feeling any better today?" she asked with a small smile.

Cordelia lifted an eyebrow in slight amusement upon seeing the spork in Loriana's hand. Spork... haha. It was a funny word. She giggled inside, then shook her head. She had to stop being amused by such simple things.

She laughed briefly as the younger female stuck her tongue out. Once again, she had been amused. The twenty-year-old rolled her eyes at herself. I'm pathetic, she thought to herself.

"Thats it... I'm going to get that thing off!!"

The woman blinked her eyes, then sighed. "Loriannaaaa," she said in a sing-song voice, obviously ready to correct the girl. "I doubt your wing is healed fter only these few days. You're going to keep that cast on until it's healed." The last sentence had been commanding, though gentle, and her eyes had narrowed just a little bit to show she was serious.

"You'll only hurt it more if you take the cast off. Do you want to be stuck in this place for longer?" she asked, certain she knew the answer of that. "If you want, I'll scratch it for you, or I could get a nurse."

She doubted she would want a nurse, but she still suggested it anyway.