Tvora wanders in a place she cannot see. All around her gossamer webs float, shimmering in an unknown light. She looks down at herself, somehow knowing she'll see a web, but instead seeing a splash of color belonging to another place. She looks around again, examining the webs. Each is different from every other. Some are familiar. One of those looks strange, as if it's been... stretched.
Tvora really likes this web, but the stretched part makes her sad. The stretched part makes it sad too. She wonders how she knows this. This web feels so familiar. Where has she known it before? She doesn't want this web to be unhappy, so she tries to fix it. Someone says her name, distracting her for a moment as she looks to where the strangely muted sound came from, seeing nothing. She reaches for the web, reaching for her Chaos at the same time.
She recoils in shock. There is an empty space inside her where her Chaos used to live.
Then she feels something else. It's warm and feels good, and makes her happy and helps her relax. She decides to call it a Hug.
She takes the Hug, touches the web, and channels the Hug into the web, making new strings that patch the holes and strengthen the webs. These strings are different from the rest of the web. They glint differently from all the other parts, and look foreign. The web fixed, the Hug used up, she turns away.
Tvora doesn't respond to Ayia's hug.
@Random Bystander