Her sadness, anxiety, confusion and fear tore his feelings violently, seeing himself helpless in the face of her suffering, so he pulled her to his chest, trying to find the scattered scattered souls that she was messing with at her whim, feeling her pain as if it were his own pain and dispersion as if he was distracted, and her loss was as if it was his loss, certain that she will need time before his nature and this pursues.  The matter increased his anxiety and fear of what was to come, which would not be easy for both of them.

She fidgeted in his arms, trying to break free...