[there's a lot of things she could say. Each one on the tip of her tongue, something innocent enough that she isn't falling back on her own experiences, but everything seems too . . . empty. Hollow. Like it won't be enough.
She purses her lips for a moment, watching him]
Mmm, you've said that before. That you did not know what to do now.
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She purses her lips for a moment, watching him]
Mmm, you've said that before. That you did not know what to do now.
[a pause, and then:]
How long has it been?
[since he lost his family]