This was his chance. He had to seize it or it might slip through his grasp. But he had to be careful. There was a fine line between appearing concerned and pushing too hard. He didn't know what her defenses were. Would he be able to reach into her mind if she tried to run? She would most certainly sense him, but could she stop him? And if she could, he would never reclaim the opportunity.
His look of concern deepened further, despite how his insides rebelled against such a thing. The coin vanished as his full attention turned on her. He was quiet for a moment, watching her. She still had his handkerchief so he could not offer it again. As she struggled to not cry, he forced his expression even further, appearing to almost hesitate, as if afraid he might overstep his bounds. As much as it went against his nature to actually care, he was so very good at faking it. Nothing put humans off their guard as much as deep concern from another person.
Drawing a deep breath, he reached out and placed a warm hand on her arm. He avoided the one that was missing a hand, to show he was aware how much it bothered her. His touch was gentle, barely brushing over her skin and not allowing the full weight of his hand rest on her as if he feared breaking her. Every movement was controlled and calculated to play to her fragile state.
"I would believe far more than you might think." He said, softly. "Sometimes, things seem worse when they are kept inside. If you let them out they are much easier to believe. "
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