*feels the front of his shirt soak through with your tears and hugs you more tightly*
Nothing was ever your fault We're in the new Ossiriand
*with a level of conviction that's downright fierce* I will believe it if you say it is true. *lets go of you after a long moment and walks over to sit on the edge of his bed* *leans across it to briefly twitch the nearest window's curtain aside again (all is quiet but they may lie in wait)*
*almost forlornly* I miss the wide-open sky but I am too afraid to leave here now. Afraid of fire and screaming and— *cuts off abruptly (because he cannot find it within him to say piles of bodies* *his voice dropping to a meager whisper as he raises his stricken gaze to your face* Please do not tell Father I said so. He will never let on, of course, but he will know I am a coward.