[She smiles as the stories go on, letting herself be a little tranquil while listening. It's not often she gets to hear nice tales like this, especially not like this. The wash over her calmly, as she pictures everything he speaks in her mind to get her own picture of it.
But at his final words, the smile, the tranquility, all disappears. She gives him a gentle squeeze with her arm, for an extra bit of whatever comfort she can provide.] I'm sorry.
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But at his final words, the smile, the tranquility, all disappears. She gives him a gentle squeeze with her arm, for an extra bit of whatever comfort she can provide.] I'm sorry.