[She simply keeps holding him and soothing him, letting him cry it out. Sometimes that's what's needed, a purging of the miserable feelings and everything else. Her hand strokes his hair, his back, murmuring general words and phrases of comfort.
Hearing him cry, feeling hum shudder, it hurts. But god it feels good to be able to hold him again, changed as he is by years and who knew what experiences. Nothing good, his artificial limbs speak to that.
But there will be a time to ask questions later. For now, the only thing that matters is getting him fed and resting.]
When you feel as though you're up to it, I'll fix you some soup. You need proper food. Then you can rest.
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Hearing him cry, feeling hum shudder, it hurts. But god it feels good to be able to hold him again, changed as he is by years and who knew what experiences. Nothing good, his artificial limbs speak to that.
But there will be a time to ask questions later. For now, the only thing that matters is getting him fed and resting.]
When you feel as though you're up to it, I'll fix you some soup. You need proper food. Then you can rest.