[As she rests her head against his chest, he automatically brings his arms up and around her. He's no good at comforting people--hell he doesn't even know how to comfort himself! So...he just holds her close to him, silent as he brings his head down to nestle against the top-back of her hair.
Monster bits be damned, he doesn't care how badly they all probably need to wash off. Himself included.
He's no fool, though. He noticed she was without her sword, and while he was never made privy to its importance, he had an inkling of an idea. So, he's left wondering if that has something to do with this, or if the relief itself is what's bringing her to tears, or...
Whatever it is, he'll let her say on her own, if that's what she wants. Or, if she just wants to cry on his chest, that's fine too. He just hopes she doesn't expect him to know what to say, because he absolutely doesn't...]
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Monster bits be damned, he doesn't care how badly they all probably need to wash off. Himself included.
He's no fool, though. He noticed she was without her sword, and while he was never made privy to its importance, he had an inkling of an idea. So, he's left wondering if that has something to do with this, or if the relief itself is what's bringing her to tears, or...
Whatever it is, he'll let her say on her own, if that's what she wants. Or, if she just wants to cry on his chest, that's fine too. He just hopes she doesn't expect him to know what to say, because he absolutely doesn't...]