"Now! There, there, don't be stressed out for too long; it's bad for your old age." Zale cheerily remarks "It's all just a dream, good or bad, so ignore it and move on. You see, by the time you wake up in the morning, you'll already have forgotten about it, so cheer up a little. I dislike your depressed energy; it irritates me."
Soren wailed even louder, heavy tears streaming down his red cheeks.
In his panic, Zale picked at his nails, and his scalp went numb with worry. He was still rooted to the bed, examining the sight of a crying person in front of him, seeing his red puffy brown glistening eyes, and unsure what to do.
He'd never comforted anyone before, so the sight of someone crying terrified him, and he couldn't think of anything to say to Soren.
"What should I do?" Zale pondered with Sura in his mind.
