Dora wriggled her other arm underneath Nora and used it to pull Nora more tightly against her. She squeezed her tightly and she presssed her lips gently to the back of Nora's neck, a sympathetic kiss against the wracking sobs.
"Oh, my sweetheart, my love," she said quietly. "I want to take all the hurt away for you. I don't want you to ever hurt like this." So she held her tighter, careful but tight. She had no idea yet what was going on, but the sentiment would remain no matter what.
One hand smoothed over Nora's hair, lingering over her hands, gentling their hold on her hair. "Maybe if you tell me things, I can find a way to help?"