The return (Stella/Natasha)

"We can go outside my backyard and look at the stars. Might not help too much, I reckon, but hey, you'll have a wise ol' lady to help ya navigate whatever's goin' on in yer head, sugar."

Rising from the couch, holding Stella against her shoulder, she motioned for them to go outside and sit down. Let her relax in the cool breeze and soak in her surroundings. She didn't have any particular advice offhand, but she knew how much it hurt to lose others from experience. Perhaps she could draw on that to aid her beloved amigo in her darkest hour.

"That goes without sayin', but let me hit ya with a different point of view..."

Natasha would settle against a rocking chair, admiring the blindingly bright view of light dancing across moonlit skies. It had, to some degree, always been a firm departure from the traditional view of the moon and stars that always graced her vision in her hometown, but she'd grown used to it by now. It felt almost magical. A soft hand reached over to run warm digits over Stella's soft hair. With a reassuring smile, she gazed down at her crimson-haired amigo.

"Acknowledgin' that ya gotta grow strong is one thing. Recognizin' that ya oughta go at it with friends and loved ones is another. Don't ever feel like ya gotta go at things alone. Train with others. Take your time. Don't force things. It'll take time for this to pass, and yer damn well allowed to grieve and reflect on what was lost, but don't go rushin' to yer death. I care about ya. We all do."