Ohhh. [she breathes out softly. the fact that they were all far from home would be a cold comfort. and asking what kind of mistake he'd made would be prying. so she reaches out and tentatively squeezes his shoulder, her expression soft and nonjudgmental.
and at the words about him losing his sanity, she wants to cry, but won't let herself. he's the focus, not her]
I'm--I'm not sure how comforting mine is? But. Omens seem to know how to protect us. Even when we're sure we don't need it.
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and at the words about him losing his sanity, she wants to cry, but won't let herself. he's the focus, not her]
I'm--I'm not sure how comforting mine is? But. Omens seem to know how to protect us. Even when we're sure we don't need it.