[Lailah moves onto the bed and gathers Sorey up into her arms, petting his hair soothingly. She's doing her best not to cry, too, but a couple of her own tears fall anyway.]
Shh, you'll be okay.
[This is a pain she's always wished she could heal with a seraphic arte. All she can do is help them bleed out those emotions, support them as they grieve.]
I'm here. [But she's not Mikleo.] You'll be okay, Sorey. [Lailah has to believe if no one else will. If Sorey won't.] I'm sorry, too. [For so, so much.]
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Shh, you'll be okay.
[This is a pain she's always wished she could heal with a seraphic arte. All she can do is help them bleed out those emotions, support them as they grieve.]
I'm here. [But she's not Mikleo.] You'll be okay, Sorey. [Lailah has to believe if no one else will. If Sorey won't.] I'm sorry, too. [For so, so much.]