Zelda kept her hand on Dionisia's shoulder. "No, I probably wouldn't," she admitted, because they might not be friends anymore but Zelda also was not so cruel as to pretend that Dionisia was not crying. They had been close friends, for a long time - very close. And now she was standing here perched awkwardly on a chair and trying to remember how Dionisia liked to be comforted.

"We could talk about it," Zelda said, "If you want."

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