[He lets her lean against him, this woman he hardly knows, and tries to hold her up as she cries. The suits do not allow for much comfort, and he is not, he thinks, a very comforting man.
Still, he tries. His hand reaches around and pats at her slender shoulder.]
Nothing to be sorry for.
[But why would the Merchant send them to the Lighthouse if it was going to drive half of them mad? They are here to see a price for their decisions. How would madness help them see it? It has to stop sometime soon.]
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Still, he tries. His hand reaches around and pats at her slender shoulder.]
Nothing to be sorry for.
[But why would the Merchant send them to the Lighthouse if it was going to drive half of them mad? They are here to see a price for their decisions. How would madness help them see it? It has to stop sometime soon.]