No one ever is. From the moment life is born, that life will one day die.
[ If Ovelia didn't move, despite how unsettled she felt, Yuuka would stop with a little space between them. She looked at the young woman, her nails touching the rod of her parasol that once again found itself resting against her shoulder, but tilted too much to shade her head properly. Looking, looking at Ovelia, as if inspecting an object... ]
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[ If Ovelia didn't move, despite how unsettled she felt, Yuuka would stop with a little space between them. She looked at the young woman, her nails touching the rod of her parasol that once again found itself resting against her shoulder, but tilted too much to shade her head properly. Looking, looking at Ovelia, as if inspecting an object... ]