[ She pulls away easily as she notices him start to squirm - this much is par for the course, too, with how people typically respond to her - and she steps away with an apologetic look. Ori wants to give him space, but she also wants him to know that he doesn't have to bear his burdens alone, and more often than not she forgets that not everyone is ready to 'hug it out.'

Four years, though... her expression falls right back into concern. Four years doesn't sound like a long time at all, especially not for something as traumatizing as what she'd seen in his nightmare, especially not having seen the way Diluc grieved over his father, especially not having seen the exchange between him and his... brother? ]

You were eighteen, but you were still a teenager, Diluc. And four years since then... that's not a very long time.

[ She sighs. ]

I'm not asking you to wallow in it. But it's okay to feel like you're not fine.