Sniffles leaned back in her chair, watching Scarlet fiddle with the cuff of her sleeve, twisting it tighter and tighter. Her voice, when she spoke, was quiet but sure.
"There's a thing that happens to smart kids like you," she said. "Kids who learn early that it’s safer to smooth things over. To be the easy one. The good one."
Scarlet didn’t look up, but she stilled, listening. Her cuff was still twisted tightly around her wrist.
"You didn’t do it wrong, Cherry-Berry. You adapted. You read the room before you could even spell your own name. You learned how to make yourself smaller, softer; not because anyone told you that you had to, but because the world around you showed you... it liked you better that way."
Sniffles paused, making sure Scarlet was still with her. She watched her long ears subtly smooth back, repressing a twitch, keeping her calm mask in place. That made her sad.
"And every time you stayed quiet instead of crying, every time you agreed instead of saying what you really felt, you got smiles. You got peace. You got safety. That’s not weakness. That’s survival. It's smart."
Scarlet’s hands released her cuff and twisted her hands in her lap, slower now, the mask still firmly in place.
"But after a while, when you do that long enough, something happens." Sniffles tapped her heart lightly. "You start forgetting what your own voice sounds like. You stop noticing what you want, or how you really feel, because you’re too busy trying to keep everything around you balanced."
Her voice dropped lower, more tender.
"You start thinking that being easy to live with is the same thing as being loved."
Scarlet’s breath hitched, but she stayed silent, swallowing hard. She had finally managed to still her hands. Sniffles wanted to reach out to her, but she knew better. Scarlet needed time, and the safety, to let these words sink in.
Sniffles leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees as she looked at Scarlet.
"I need you to know, Starlight... that’s not true. You’re not loved because you're easy. You're loved because you’re you. Loud, messy, complicated, stubborn; all of it. Even the parts that make waves."
She caught a glimpse of a small but fierce smile that was quickly smoothed away. 'Progress is progress,' Sniffles thought to herself.
"You don’t have to earn your place by being quiet. You don’t have to shrink to be safe. Not here."
Scarlet wiped her nose with the sleeve she’d been twisting, still too tangled up inside to speak.
Sniffles just sat with her, letting the silence stretch, giving her the space to believe it slowly, the way a root learns to trust the earth after a long, dry season.
And after a few heartbeats she murmured, "One day, you'll hear your voice again, Starlight. And when you do, it'll be beautiful."