He's been sitting on the edge of the bed - his bed, close enough so she's aware she's not alone, but not quite touching. He murmurs to her - not even sure himself what he's saying - soothing, nonsense words one might whisper to a small child who has fallen down and scrapped their knee.
He's not sure if its helping at all. Not even sure if she's even aware of his presence anymore..
So he waits.
Finally her sobbing and shaking cease and he pulls out a clean handkerchief and offers it to her.
Her question pains him and he considers how to reply.
"...perhaps, just a little bit." he replies softly.
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He's not sure if its helping at all. Not even sure if she's even aware of his presence anymore..
So he waits.
Finally her sobbing and shaking cease and he pulls out a clean handkerchief and offers it to her.
Her question pains him and he considers how to reply.
"...perhaps, just a little bit." he replies softly.