More often than not, though, he would. She encouraged him to be honest with her about what he felt, but didn’t push him to talk if he didn’t want to. Hearing the sudden shift in her voice from cold despair to tentative hope had done much to alleviate his woes. At night, before they slept, she would talk to him just talk, not expecting him to respond if he wasn’t in the mood to do so, and it helped him. This was just not his ken, so it was better left to those suited to the task.He tried to quash his own fears for her sake, but she knew him too well to let him get away with keeping those thoughts to himself.
They were both still afraid, but they were facing that fear together.
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