The words broke her heart. Even without the hormones lately, Dora knew she would have done the rare thing for her and cried. She had the suspicion at first and then it was confirmed, reading through the lines. She knew what was going on, what had happened, without it even being fully said. After all, in some ways it was her very worst nightmare these days. And she could understand why Nora hadn't said anything yet, it hadn't hardly been time, though her behavior made some sense now.
"Oh, Nora, I'm so fucking sorry," she said, throat tight and brogue thick. "I'm so fucking sorry, I'd take away the pain if I could, I swear it." So she hugged Nora as tight as she could, and she kept her tears as quiet as she could, though they slid hotly down her own cheeks, and she pet Nora's hair with compassionate gentleness she saved for those she loved. And she loved Nora very much.
"I was told, during an appointment, that it happens sometimes," she whispered after a long moment of simply comforting her. "That most of the time there's no rhyme or reason behind it. Usually the body dealing with something that isn't right." She'd asked, worried that what she'd done might make her lose the baby. She still worried something would happen to her babies. Or something would be wrong when they were born. Even if the scans said everything was good for now.
"It's not your fault, love. You deserve to be happy and you will be. I'm just so sorry this happened."