Dammit gmail, please send me my notifs!
There was something universally comforting about the touch of another human in times of grief, particularly one you knew as well as Honos did Libera. And it felt like, even if it was just for a little while, perhaps he could push down his grief and make himself-make them both-feel a little bit better. He held her as close to him as he possibly could, grateful to have her with him now.