[ She doesn't think there's much she'd be able to do to help, if it was right at the beginning. She's never been as good at comfort as she'd like - Lavender Brown could argue that point - but she tries. She does her best, and when Erik's words sink around her... She breathes out a soft noise, turning her head back to him.
Careful, her hand squeezes his, but for a moment she stays silent. Sorries and apologies aren't enough - and she knows that. When John died, when Aslan died, when Gilgamesh died - when Harry died, or she'd thought he had... Nothing was enough to fix her heart. She knows how it feels to lose family, but she's not sure she can express that without sounding like an idiot.
Instead, she looks back at Erik, solemn and quiet. ]
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[ She doesn't think there's much she'd be able to do to help, if it was right at the beginning. She's never been as good at comfort as she'd like - Lavender Brown could argue that point - but she tries. She does her best, and when Erik's words sink around her... She breathes out a soft noise, turning her head back to him.
Careful, her hand squeezes his, but for a moment she stays silent. Sorries and apologies aren't enough - and she knows that. When John died, when Aslan died, when Gilgamesh died - when Harry died, or she'd thought he had... Nothing was enough to fix her heart. She knows how it feels to lose family, but she's not sure she can express that without sounding like an idiot.
Instead, she looks back at Erik, solemn and quiet. ]
I can see how that can be the worst. For you.