Fia sighed softly, wrapping her arms around him and holding him as comfortingly as she could. She knew it wouldn’t really help. He’d beat himself up about it no matter what she did or said, but she could provide him what comfort she could, even while she worried about Bernard out there alone in a strange city. She knew he’d be fine, but she was still going to worry.
“He wasn’t happy here, Luc. He’s grown. He’ll be all right,” she said to reassure him. “He’s tough.” He’d be fine. Lucien, on the other hand, would carry guilt over this for a while. Men. So exasperating.
“I don’t think he could have ever really settled here. As much as you both wanted to be brothers... he resented you too much. He tried to hide it, but... it was there. Come. Come with me. I have something to show you. I was going to wait, but... come.”
A distraction. That was what he needed. And that was something she could easily provide.