Adora hadn't failed. She hadn't done anything wrong at all. The baby was gone, but it wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. Things like that just happened sometimes. It was horrible, but it was part of life. Death was reality, a very harsh reality. He rubbed one hand over the back of hers, trying to be comforting, but knowing he was failing.
Nox felt his chest tighten upon being told he wasn't needed. Logically, he knew Adora didn't mean for her words to be taken that way, but it was hard to be logical right now. The baby wasn't his. He knew that. He didn't want it to be his baby, he'd only wanted to be a good friend and help. "Maybe you don't need me... but, I need you. And I need to do what I can... whatever that is... to help you."