Log; Ongoing

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Time: June 10th
Rating: PG, tops
Characters: Alessandro and Lyra
Summary: Lyra's upset and since Alessandro is worried, he offers to go on a walk with her. That's what friends are for after all.
Log:

Alessandro was more than a bit worried about Lyra. She was really the first friend he had ever had. Being the son of the previous pope meant he had been rather isolated from others his age, and after his father's death as his subsequent election to being the pope, he had very few chances to make any friends who were anywhere near his age. When she had sounded so distressed he couldn't help wanting to do something for her, right?

He hadn't told his Brother that he was going, even though Francesco would probably yell at him for going outside with Tres as an escort he didn't really care at the moment. So with this in mind he hurried as best he could in his robes and reached Xanadu rather quickly. Thank goodness he'd gone on walks with Caterina many times before.

"Lyra?"

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Lyra sniffed once, before she spoke.

"Yeah... I've just... Got to make him see sense, I guess. I think... I need to wait a few days first," She turned her face to meet his. Pantalaimon watching the young pope warily.

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"I-I'm sure it'll be alright. He might just be depressed right now." He did his best to give a comforting smile when she looked at him, though it came out a bit nervous. (His experience with females besides Caterina were woefully limited)

"O-Oh, d-do you need to wipe your face? I think I might have a hankercheif..."

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At any other time, Lyra would have tried to use that nervousness, somehow. (She'd earned the name Silvertongue, after all.) But now, she simply nodded.

"Yeah... I just... I guess I've never had to deal with this before, so it was a bit of a shock," Lyra shrugged, then clutched Pantalaimon tightly, "Most people... even if they didn't agree, even if they were my enemies... they cared about stuff, about how things turned out... Someone not caring, it scares me. It's like a Spectre got to him, the way he's been acting."

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He searched his pocket and produced a white cloth handkerchief and handed it to her as he listened to what she had said.

"I've never really experienced anything like that... Back in the vatican the cloest I came to seeing people depressed was after my father died, and that ended after the elections started... But I'm sure it must be scary." He said in agreement. "If anyone I knew lost hope like that... I'd be scared."

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Lyra took it, and wiped her face, before smiling gratefully.

"So by being scared by what's happening... I en't weak... It's just- I want to do something to fix it, but I dunno what... And thanks... for letting me go on like this."