Your mouth briefly hangs open, about to tell her... but you can't. You can't bring yourself to say anything, and resume your cleaning of Delphox's enclosure.
The giantess vixen, naturally, is unamused by your lack of response. "Come on, dearie. You can tell me what's going on, I won't judge you."
"...s'nothing," you mutter, dusting off the legs of her massive table.
"Is it? Sweetie, it's never just 'nothing' with a tone like that, just tell me what's wron—"
"It's nothing!" you repeated, thankful your small size hid the tear leaking out as you began climbing up one of the wooden posts. "Look, nothing's wrong, okay? I'm just gonna do my cleaning, it's what I need to do so—whoa! Wait! Hey!"
It didn't take long for your body to get encased in a lavender glow, tugged away from the table leg and dropping your brush as you rush up to Delphox's face, giving a light giggle to you. "Now, now, sweetie, none of that. I don't need to use my psychic powers to tell that something big is troubling you. So how about this; you take a break from your cleaning duties, and you unwind someplace cozy until you're comfortable enough to tell me, okay?"
"Wh—?" And before you had the chance to argue, Delphox proceeded to...
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