Redd softened, gently bringing Willow down from what very likely was a panic attack. He wished he had someone like this when they frequently affected him in his teenage years. ”I’m sorry.” Willow spoke, her voice no louder than a whisper. Just as he was about to softly shush her from going into a fit of apologizing, her voice became more sturdy. ”It’s just that I’m so afraid of being left again…My brother was killed in the war, because I couldn’t save him. Several of my siblings fought and killed our allies in the war, and my mother died when I was newborn. I don’t have anyone.” Redd nodded softly. He understood that alone feeling all too well. He would not indulge her in the entire story right now, as this was her opportunity to get all the stress she had out. All the grieving. It seemed like Willow really needed it, and Redd felt even more obligated to comfort her given his similar understanding of loneliness. He gave her the time for a few deep breaths before he would speak softly. ”I get that. I’m pretty alone right now too.” He paused. He was alone in that he was not aware of family, and that the female he had claimed in Tarben had yet to show her face to him after the meeting. It annoyed him, but he knew better than to mention that to the female that he was just soul-tied to moments ago, before the fates appeared to have changed their minds. ”Do you have support back in wherever you call home? Surely you’ve made friends – you are kind, Willow.” As those last words left his maw, he realized that the atmosphere had changed 180 degrees when Willow had pawed at the string. He was flirting with her before, not caring much at all. He never thought he would be consoling her from a panic attack. Actions & Words.
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