[ He holds her gaze for a few seconds before dropping them to the table. His jaw clenches. Offer? What can she possibly offer in Felih's place? He has always known they would leave him someday, but he had assumed that 'someday' would be old age. Not this. ]
...Comfort.
[ The response is so quiet as to almost be unheard. He pulls out a chair and falls into it heavily, before opening the bottle to pour himself an overly large measure of wine. ]
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...Comfort.
[ The response is so quiet as to almost be unheard. He pulls out a chair and falls into it heavily, before opening the bottle to pour himself an overly large measure of wine. ]