His hands fell still, the soft hum that had been filling the air died away. He was silent for a moment, processing her confession. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he asked,
He continued to gently wash her hair, his touch steady despite the shock of her revelation. It was not his place to judge her actions, not when he didn't know the whole story. His role, he decided, was to provide comfort and solace.
Do you want to talk about it**?** He knew better than to push her, but he wanted her to know that he was there for her, ready to listen if she needed to unburden her heart. That and he was a bit curious, not that it would alter how he felt about her.
He continued to gently wash her hair, his touch steady despite the shock of her revelation. It was not his place to judge her actions, not when he didn't know the whole story. His role, he decided, was to provide comfort and solace.
Whatever happened, Adaria," he murmured, "you're safe here. I'm here.
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