Beside her she hears the whisperings of another, the words sound sad and discouraged tinged by anxiety. "I can't..." "I can't..." "I won't..." sad words are these that she hears. Turning to face the voice, she sees the tears building up in the other's eyes. Soon they spill over, and she goes to offer comfort...She'll help if she can. She's willing to try, at least.
The day goes on and every little sound, the shuffling of leaves, the creaking of a door...it all sounds like pain to her ears. Her compassion and empathy awaken.
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