Tirza almost spooks when Spectra moves forward to lay her head upon Tirza’s now non-scaled hip. She holds herself still, reminding herself that physical contact by itself will not hurt her. She relaxes herself practically by force, growing still so as to not jostle or shift Spectra unnecessarily. It is good to know that her sister is not dead, even if she is a ghost - even if she does not sound particularly happy about the fact that she is alive.
She listens to Spectra’s strange words, wondering if Gravy would be on the list of living things. She does not ask this yet, though. Later there could be an introduction, later they could see. The three of them could be a family and they could thrive without the presence of anyone else. No memories, none of the dead.
Worry, a relatively new emotion to the galaxy-pointed mare, rises up when Spectra remarks on how terrible it is to be alive. Tirza turns her head to look at the ghost-girl, frowning. “Do you want to rest? I can keep watch.” This feels like an odd thing to offer so she follows it up in an encouraging voice. “Tell me what I can do to help, sister.” Tirza is not good at offering assistance and she needs guidance. She does not instinctively know what needs to be done but she feels the drive to do something. She wants to help, which of itself is a bit of a miracle.
@[spectra]
@[The Monsters] I am once again asking you to do the thing with Tirza's temporal repairing