Noble bit his lip, glad she couldn't see it. Tentatively, he reached out one hand to rest it on her shoulder, because he couldn't not touch her when she was crying. His heart thumped against his ribcage. "We can wait to see if it works," Noble said, because like the hand on her shoulder, he was incapable of not offering. "But if it doesn't — I don't know what else to try." He wasn't a healer.

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