[Penelope notices it. It's an odd and somewhat unkind thought that pops up in her head, thinking that this girl reminds her the slightest bit of a frightened rabbit. It's a thought that reminds her of Penny Luckstone, and the ways that she constantly looked at Penelope like she might bite her head off the moment she said the wrong word.

She takes hold of the hand, and realizes that this might actually be the first time she's touched someone else like this since she fell. It's so strange, thinking about that. She used to be so loved, too.]

Sweetheart, you can't control the things they taunt you with. It's hardly your fault. [She smiles, trying to be reassuring. She binds Mielle's finger in the fabric, tightening it just enough to stop the bleeding.]

...Mine got to me too, honestly. Similar subject, I think. [Her smile turns a bit wistful before she remembers to let go of Mielle's hand.]