His hand that supported the back of her round compact head was not sitting idle, rather it constantly moved in a defined motion of up and down meaning to provide all the succor he could through that motion of his. He did feel helpless not being able to have knowledge of the reasons that made her so mournful and thereby not having the slightest of idea as to how to commiserate with her and make her feel at ease. He wondered what she must be going through, what kind of emotions and thoughts might be flooding her brain to precipitate her to wail so despairingly.
The amount of desolation in her sobs were heart rending to hear, and to witness her be so crushed and doleful was all the more harrowing.
