[hello, he can come into her room that just is filled with bones. she'll let him in; she's obviously been crying and her facepaint is a mess, but she's made an effort to stop for now.]
[ sweet harrow. by whatever is her closest approximation to a nightstand, he'll leave her a thermos or whatever he could grab from the kitchen with some hot water, before sitting nearby.
it's hard to know what to say, though. ]
I'm sorry. You— [ ugh. softly, ] ...you made it clear how much you love her.
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...Dimitri.
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it's hard to know what to say, though. ]
I'm sorry. You— [ ugh. softly, ] ...you made it clear how much you love her.
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Yes. To me, she is like...what a mother ought to be.