[Kyna is already struggling to think of what to say when he starts to stand, but then he does that thing he alway seems to do—that genuine concern thing, and when his hand cups her elbow, she's hit with a wave of grief that's all the more disconcerting for the fact that he's standing right in front of her. Before she can think better of it, she wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly, words failing her as usual.]
I'm sorry.
[Her voice is small and it doesn't make much sense, but it's all she can manage.]
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I'm sorry.
[Her voice is small and it doesn't make much sense, but it's all she can manage.]