[He doesn't ask her to stop. There are moments when he wants to, when the weight and depth of her memories threaten to be too much for him, but he focuses on keeping his own mind calm and letting her through, because he can tell she needs this. These feelings are something left to fester, and they need to be bled to be healed.
He doesn't know if she can be healed. He doesn't know if he can be, for that matter. But if he can offer this girl some release, some relief for a while, then that will have to be enough. At least it's something.
When she quiets he lets through a memory of his own--cautiously, careful not to overwhelm her. He's gotten a bit better at this over the past few months. It's not much, just an echo of his own lowest point, from just after the Exalted Council when he nearly drank himself to death out of raw grief and fury over Solas, his arm, everything.
It's not to hurt her, or wallow in his own self-pity. It's a mental hand on her shoulder, a way of saying me too.
He'll wait for her to pull away, decide when to sever their connection. Or not. Whatever she needs right now.]
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He doesn't know if she can be healed. He doesn't know if he can be, for that matter. But if he can offer this girl some release, some relief for a while, then that will have to be enough. At least it's something.
When she quiets he lets through a memory of his own--cautiously, careful not to overwhelm her. He's gotten a bit better at this over the past few months. It's not much, just an echo of his own lowest point, from just after the Exalted Council when he nearly drank himself to death out of raw grief and fury over Solas, his arm, everything.
It's not to hurt her, or wallow in his own self-pity. It's a mental hand on her shoulder, a way of saying me too.
He'll wait for her to pull away, decide when to sever their connection. Or not. Whatever she needs right now.]