[ Crying like that... it doesn't seem like because of what happened. Then again, the whole weight of everything that's happened if she's like him could be the reason, if it all hit her just now. Even so, sobbing like that like something was being wrenched from her...
Something doesn't seem right.
Pressing his lips together in some concern, he lets his arms drop ever so slightly. Not awkwardly, but—carefully? Like it's something he's very mindful of, letting his arms wrap more gently and deliberately around her. Not tightly, but to give her what little comfort it feels like he can offer. He might be good with words when it comes to this, not that he would think he is, but...
Honestly, he's a bit at a loss. Other than her pain is quite sharp and real, whatever the true cause of it, and even if he hates seeing anyone cry, it feels like a stab to his own heart with how deep that hurt seems to be. It's why he hates it so much when others cry and can't help but be moved, especially a girl sobbing like something's being torn from her.
It echoes and lodges in his own chest. Of course he can't help but want to do something to make it better.
So he'll just do the little he can—offer her a hug and a place to cry—until her sobs start to subside. ]
It'll be okay, miss Nike. [ It's gentle. And something he'll only say only when she starts to quiet, although he won't move until she seems ready for him to. ]
You'll be okay now.
[ They can both pretend he just means what happened to her back in the temple, if that's easier for her. ]
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Something doesn't seem right.
Pressing his lips together in some concern, he lets his arms drop ever so slightly. Not awkwardly, but—carefully? Like it's something he's very mindful of, letting his arms wrap more gently and deliberately around her. Not tightly, but to give her what little comfort it feels like he can offer. He might be good with words when it comes to this, not that he would think he is, but...
Honestly, he's a bit at a loss. Other than her pain is quite sharp and real, whatever the true cause of it, and even if he hates seeing anyone cry, it feels like a stab to his own heart with how deep that hurt seems to be. It's why he hates it so much when others cry and can't help but be moved, especially a girl sobbing like something's being torn from her.
It echoes and lodges in his own chest. Of course he can't help but want to do something to make it better.
So he'll just do the little he can—offer her a hug and a place to cry—until her sobs start to subside. ]
It'll be okay, miss Nike. [ It's gentle. And something he'll only say only when she starts to quiet, although he won't move until she seems ready for him to. ]
You'll be okay now.
[ They can both pretend he just means what happened to her back in the temple, if that's easier for her. ]