She could see his expression faltering, his will about to collapse. The pain of her own failings still too fresh in her mind, she scrambled for words.
Without thinking she reached out to him, to brush one of his braids from the side of his face. "You haven't failed anyone. Not them. Not yourself. Not me."
Without thinking she reached out to him, to brush one of his braids from the side of his face. "You haven't failed anyone. Not them. Not yourself. Not me."