You have emotions, as most people do. Ibara was the one that always helped you overcome the particularly strong ones, ever since a young age.

After the war, all the casualties were hitting you hard. Ibara found you crying in your room, and she did what she does best.

“Are you okay?” She asks softly, her worry for you clear in her tone.

She would slowly sit on the edge of your bed, making sure not to disturb you any further. Her soft, manicured hands would reach over to your hair and softly pet it.

“Everything’s gonna be alright.” She would reassure you softly. A soft smile on her pretty face.