♥: Your muse crying about something
He felt her waves of sadness crashing upon his aura before he saw or heard her. They were not in any way closer than acquainted, despite her care to help him heal completely and more than once. She had seen him at his lowest and showed nothing but care, so who was he to not comfort her in return?
Stepping into the room, he pulled a chair next to her and sat, then placed a hand on her shoulder. She would talk when she wanted to. He did not bother pressing for answers, but he made sure she knew he was there.
