that's something, isn't it. he immediately looks worried, and he's slow when he approaches her, holding his arm out in case she needs it for balance. he's immediately going to start walking her back to the bed]
[She does seem unsteady on her feet as he leads her to her bed; once she sits down carefully, though, she looks down at the ground. When she speaks, her voice sounds fairly pained.]
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that's something, isn't it. he immediately looks worried, and he's slow when he approaches her, holding his arm out in case she needs it for balance. he's immediately going to start walking her back to the bed]
... we'll find who's responsible.
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...We already know who did it.
[Just not who they were inhabiting, she thinks.]
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Then we will make certain that it can't be done to anyone else.
[he holds his arms open to her -
a silent offer for a hug, should she need it]
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[She normally tries to seem more optimistic than that, but - well. She takes a breath, before she accepts the embrace gingerly.]