[ Whatever's happened where she's from is painful for Veyle. As folds to her own guilt and begins to cry, Dark's own appetite tapers and he watches the top of her head, wondering what else can be said to her. She reminds him of Arshes Nei. His dearest Arshe. ]
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[ There's nothing he can say to make whatever happened better. Still, Dark hates to see a woman cry. Setting his plate to the side, he instead shifts on the bench and puts a hand in Veyle's long hair. His finger curl through the tresses and stroke gently. It isn't grimy this time, or with an ulterior motive.
He'll let Veyle cry on him. ]
Take as long as you need. I don't care if you're awful.
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[ There's nothing he can say to make whatever happened better. Still, Dark hates to see a woman cry. Setting his plate to the side, he instead shifts on the bench and puts a hand in Veyle's long hair. His finger curl through the tresses and stroke gently. It isn't grimy this time, or with an ulterior motive.
He'll let Veyle cry on him. ]
Take as long as you need. I don't care if you're awful.
[ Because he's awful too. ]