[He looks back at her immediately, anxious, worried, eager. His silence had done nothing to decrease that desire to help, to support her, them, to do anything to ease their burden and their grief, waiting only for the answer for what more he can offer them as support. Just being here doesn't feel like enough- it never does, never has, and the helplessness of it irritates him, had fueled all that righteous fury that had all but fizzled out now in light of her pain.
He leans in, earnest and ready for- anything, really. Whatever she needs.]
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He leans in, earnest and ready for- anything, really. Whatever she needs.]
What is it?
[What can I do-]