[Not a bad memory— it speaks to the type of loss she must have experienced, and he feels something in his chest squeeze even tighter. He is glad that she doesn't pull away, even if she looks down to compose herself, and when she clasps her hands together, he reaches into the pocket tucked beneath the flap of his robe and pulls out a handkerchief from where it rests snugly against his pouch of reagents, offering it to her.]
Here. Take as long as you need.
[He wonders if maybe, for now, they've seen enough of the Vale of Tears for awhile. He, too, had felt the threat of them upon hearing his own memory, upon being reminded of just what had set him down this doomed path of his, but he's glad that he had not given in— if only because he doesn't know how much comfort he could be if he had.]
It didn't seem like a bad memory. That does not make it any less powerful.
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Here. Take as long as you need.
[He wonders if maybe, for now, they've seen enough of the Vale of Tears for awhile. He, too, had felt the threat of them upon hearing his own memory, upon being reminded of just what had set him down this doomed path of his, but he's glad that he had not given in— if only because he doesn't know how much comfort he could be if he had.]
It didn't seem like a bad memory. That does not make it any less powerful.