[He can't help it -- he puts a hand on her shoulder. What she's pulled from what he has to say...it feels like he's reached her. Not fixed things, because that kind of pain, the kind that makes you retreat behind your own eyes until time slips away...that doesn't get fixed. No one can do that. But he's at least reached through whatver veil is between her and everything else, and her heart isn't shut away from him so tightly anymore.]

I can tell you what I've learned...but that's more of a guide to what not to do! The monsters who've been here a long time, like Lust and Reira and Noa...they might be able to give you something more concrete.

[He grips her bark, firmly, reassuringly: she's not alone.]