Softnes is something shes mostly forgotten, so Sara practices it the way Nyssa taught her to practice all her favorite weapons. Deliberately, every thought an arrow into the target, right at the center.
She has to stop thinking of it like weapons though. Its why she fails more often than not.
A flower. Yes. Thats better.
Laurel always loved flowers. They’re bright and colorful, pretty for their own sake. They come every spring from the earth without anyone calling for them and come again no matter who loves them or curses them or deems them useless. Laurel is easy to think of softly.
/She loves me. I know it. I can feel it. She’s my sister. She loves me./
She doesnt dare ask for forgiveness, so Sara does what the League taught her and thinks to use what is already there to stay. And Sara remembers Laurel knew exactly who she was and more often than not, she got angry at herself because she loved her anyway.
She remembers.