[ It doesn't fully soothe her emotions, but having Harrow there blunts the worst of the impact—where ordinarily she'd likely just sob until she's wrung out all her feelings like a rag, eventually she settles into miserable, embarrassing sniffles and calms herself.
To share such a private moment with someone else... she should be more abashed, or maybe afraid. And maybe she is, a little, but there is some strange relief in it, too; she shifts and draws enough away so she's not crushing Harrow in her arms anymore. ]
I... [ What does someone say in the face of all this? She speaks softly, worn out but comforted. ] Thank you, Harrowhark. I'm all right.
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To share such a private moment with someone else... she should be more abashed, or maybe afraid. And maybe she is, a little, but there is some strange relief in it, too; she shifts and draws enough away so she's not crushing Harrow in her arms anymore. ]
I... [ What does someone say in the face of all this? She speaks softly, worn out but comforted. ] Thank you, Harrowhark. I'm all right.