The crying green eyes that stared in to the  Rememberancer cut her to the core.  She instantly sobered up an tensed as a shiver ran down her nude spine.<br/>Green eyes instead of purple show Cyrine beyond a shadow of a doubt, that perhaps there is more to this woman then she initially thought. She was hiding or running from SOMETHING. Her intuition was surely dead on when she picked this one as her muse.<br/>To see Ana cry was strange for Cyrine. The only thing she could liken it to was watching a statue break down and tear up.  A statue was an unmovable beautiful and unobtainable object. One so dynamic- that its entire reason for being was to express on perfect idea. To see a statue come to life, and bawl its eyes out would defeat its entire purpose. This of course being the reason Cyrine supposed people weren't usually painted and left to stand in dynamic poses. Yes..the only reason.<br/>This was how Cyrines brain worked. It was a scary, frightening place.<br/>As odd as her minds ramblings were, this..was far stranger to her.  She of course wanted to ask what was wrong, but a woman like Ana wouldn't want to be coddled.  Not that caring and coddling were the same thing at all-it just seemed so counter intuitive to the redhead.<br/><br/>No she'd just keep her mouth shut.  But she had to do something. Normally Cyrine could care less about something suffering. To suffer was a human emotion, usually brought on by their own folly. But this was different.  Ana seemed so unflappable ,and yet so very devastated, that Cyrines intuition surmised this wound was a deep one.   She takes a step forward, placing the bottle on the floor as she takes a step towards the sitting captain.<br/><br/>She presses her chest against the back of the chair, languidly wrapping her tattooed arms over the high leather chair and around Anastasias' shoulders tugging her towards her and nuzzling the back of her head in to her own small breasts.  Cyrines nude form betrays her now- she wishes she would have had the foresight to have shame and perhaps grab her clothes instead of the liquor. She places her warm cheek against the top of Anas head, reaching her lips out to gently kiss one of the horns.<br/><br/>She doesn't say a word.  For the first time in a long time she is rendered speechless.  She stays simply breathing in the other womans' scent, and cradling her  in her arms for a long while, taking stray moments to kiss the Captains horns, or the crown of her head. Cyrine wasn't good at this whole 'comfort' thing...<br/><br/>She finally speaks after what seems like eons. " Whatever it is , it is in the past.  You are here now, and there is nothing you can do to undo this pain. But letting it control you , whatever it is, will do you no favors."<br/><br/>The words seem harsh, uncaring. But they are the opposite.  To coddle this proud woman would do her a great disservice.  And even in her drunken state , Cyrine knew what buttons to avoid.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>