[Even now, the thought of Ion crying on her shoulder is a strange and frightening concept. Ion is always calm. Naive, yes, but collected and serene.]
[And...This is the first time she ever had anyone crying on her shoulder. Nobody in the Order liked her enough for that, and Luke and the others aren't very prone to showing any sadness. Having Ion here, trusting her enough to let his guard down so far and relying on her for comfort, feels like a heavy responsibility.]
[Anise doesn't know what to say, so she keeps quiet and gently strokes Ion's back in soothing movements, trying to express what she can't through words.]
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[Even now, the thought of Ion crying on her shoulder is a strange and frightening concept. Ion is always calm. Naive, yes, but collected and serene.]
[And...This is the first time she ever had anyone crying on her shoulder. Nobody in the Order liked her enough for that, and Luke and the others aren't very prone to showing any sadness. Having Ion here, trusting her enough to let his guard down so far and relying on her for comfort, feels like a heavy responsibility.]
[Anise doesn't know what to say, so she keeps quiet and gently strokes Ion's back in soothing movements, trying to express what she can't through words.]