[ Regrettably, Ori is also intimately acquainted with the sort of look, the sort that says that someone is, in all likelihood, giving themselves a hard time. But she has friends - Trahearne amongst them - who always pull her out of such moments, and so she seeks to do the same for him, now. She and Thoma had to pull Diluc out of that kind of spiral of self-hatred, too, not too long ago; and the fear of what could have happened that time still lingers in her mind.

She knows that this kind of conversation is painful, and ugly, but it’s necessary.

The look that she levels at him when he acquiesces and decides to tell her is grateful, though it’s soon replaced with a more serious expression as she listens to him dutifully, to try to understand everything she saw in the dream to the best of her ability.

Her grip on his shoulder tightens as he goes on, and once he’s paused to keep himself from crying, she eases herself out of the chair to join him in sitting on the floor and pulls him into another embrace. ]

It’s okay to cry, you know. You’re allowed to feel sad and grieve your lost brothers and sisters. What happened was terrible…