“Careful.” Tristan held Timmy’s hand as he was being freed by Blaze from being restricted by the tight rope that was recoiling on her. She wasn’t speaking, nor even telling anything. For almost all of the time, she was quiet—aside from when she sobs and tries to stop her urge to cry.
The trauma was definitely something that she would carry on. Tristan doesn’t know what happened before he came here, but he was certain that it was worse. A Timmy who is always so vocal about everything and has a lot of energy stored in her self would never be as quiet and as fragile as this, if it is not because of a trauma.
“Are you okay, Timmy?” Blaze asked. However, he got no answer. Timmy has ignored him, and instead of answering, she prioritized staring in the blank void, and then sob.
“I think she
