[Oh, Naesala has no doubt there was more malice to this than intended.]
I don't know. I'm sorry, Leanne. I don't know.
[It kills him to see her like this. He holds her tighter, just letting her cry it out. What is he supposed to do? Tell her forget about it? No, this is something that cuts too deep. The only thing he can do is stroke her hair and offer the occasional comforting hum in their bird tongue.]
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I don't know. I'm sorry, Leanne. I don't know.
[It kills him to see her like this. He holds her tighter, just letting her cry it out. What is he supposed to do? Tell her forget about it? No, this is something that cuts too deep. The only thing he can do is stroke her hair and offer the occasional comforting hum in their bird tongue.]