“Come here, Sil” he said to her softly, and he opened his arms to her.
“It’s okay,” he told her firmly and quietly. She continued to shake as he held her close, and his knowing hands stroked along the small of her back reassuringly. He could only guess at the roil of emotions all tangled up inside her. He could feel them crowding, jostling for room, volatile and potent and overwhelming, and even if he didn’t know just what she was struggling with, he felt her struggling, and that alone made his heart ache for her. Silmaria burrowed into him, her small hands gripping at him hard, and more tears soaked his skin.