[ the crying does slow down, quieting even more than it already was (because she'd always been mindful of not raising a fuss in a public area, if she could help it). The quivering can only last so long against the comfortable pressure of his palms, and she can finally hear what he's murmuring.
... Which is enough to almost make her start crying again, because she can never quite grasp the extent of his kindness. He was thanking her? Telling her it was okay, when she'd done something so--
She grips at his shirt, a little tighter, chokes out a final sniffle. She still sounds waterlogged, but at least she isn't sobbing. ]
I w-was scared... I-I thought, if you'd gotten hurt, any of you--
[ and she'd been so furious that it had scared her, too. ]
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... Which is enough to almost make her start crying again, because she can never quite grasp the extent of his kindness. He was thanking her? Telling her it was okay, when she'd done something so--
She grips at his shirt, a little tighter, chokes out a final sniffle. She still sounds waterlogged, but at least she isn't sobbing. ]
I w-was scared... I-I thought, if you'd gotten hurt, any of you--
[ and she'd been so furious that it had scared her, too. ]