"Hush," he murmurs, gentle but firm, and strokes his hand over her hair, along her back. "You've nothing to be sorry for, dear one. Nothing at all."
Relief swells, sharp and painful in his chest, along with a sympathetic sorrow. She's been dreading this for so long; he supposes it simply all came to a head.
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Relief swells, sharp and painful in his chest, along with a sympathetic sorrow. She's been dreading this for so long; he supposes it simply all came to a head.