[When she cries he holds on fast, keeping her close enough that he can tug her down with him as he sits on the change room bench, pulling her into his lap and stroking a hand through her hair.
His heart aches for her. What can he even say? There's still so much he doesn't know, so many questions he has but hesitates to ask, lest it cause her more suffering. As if he didn't know already, that memory proved she's been through so much. He can't imagine how it must have felt to be sealed away like that, left sleeping for so long- not dragged in as he'd been with his Crystal, tricked by his enemy, but made to go willingly by someone she clearly must have cared for. It's just a small slice of what she must have endured to get where she is now, and somehow she's still so kind. Kind, but... sad.
Unable to find words that might help, he waits quietly for her, letting her weep as much as she needs. He tries to do what she's done for him several times already: just be there, and hold her. He hopes she can take some comfort in his presence.]
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His heart aches for her. What can he even say? There's still so much he doesn't know, so many questions he has but hesitates to ask, lest it cause her more suffering. As if he didn't know already, that memory proved she's been through so much. He can't imagine how it must have felt to be sealed away like that, left sleeping for so long- not dragged in as he'd been with his Crystal, tricked by his enemy, but made to go willingly by someone she clearly must have cared for. It's just a small slice of what she must have endured to get where she is now, and somehow she's still so kind. Kind, but... sad.
Unable to find words that might help, he waits quietly for her, letting her weep as much as she needs. He tries to do what she's done for him several times already: just be there, and hold her. He hopes she can take some comfort in his presence.]