"Those taunts… their words… still... haunt me in nightmares. I can't sleep. They do not let me. I can't… can't forget. Even if I try… people don't let me." Letting out a bitter chuckle, her lips twitched in a painful smile. "What can I expect from anyone else when my own boyfriend does not feel otherwise either!"
Ilyan had fallen silent for a while. Comforting his people was one of his many strengths that he was never oblivious to. He had been told the same quite often but comforting a stranger felt tough for he was restricted in several ways.
He could not walk up to her and offer a warm hug to her. He could not take her hands in his delicate grip, and sit there, assuring her that everything was going to be okay. He could not get closer, and let her have his shoulder to lean her head onto.
He could not. As a stranger, he had boundaries to respect. He could not cross them.
