[She can sympathize with his discomfort; she can only imagine the courage it takes to admit one's thoughts like this. If it was her, she'd...
...well, that's beside the point. It wasn't her, and she can at least give him a consolating hand, metaphorically speaking. She offers him a sympathetic - and somewhat apologetic - smile, though she knows she has nothing to apologize for. If he's going to go on about her kindness being one of the appeals of her personality, she's not about to prove him wrong by acting coldly. There's no shame in confessing, regardless of the outcome.]
You did nothing wrong, and I don't think less of you for it. Be well, Somnus.
[She ducks her head politely and offers a soft wave, before turning and heading away from him, leaving him to his thoughts. Hopefully he'll sort himself out.]
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...well, that's beside the point. It wasn't her, and she can at least give him a consolating hand, metaphorically speaking. She offers him a sympathetic - and somewhat apologetic - smile, though she knows she has nothing to apologize for. If he's going to go on about her kindness being one of the appeals of her personality, she's not about to prove him wrong by acting coldly. There's no shame in confessing, regardless of the outcome.]
You did nothing wrong, and I don't think less of you for it. Be well, Somnus.
[She ducks her head politely and offers a soft wave, before turning and heading away from him, leaving him to his thoughts. Hopefully he'll sort himself out.]