Regis breathes out, softly, as the words sink in, again, and his fingers tighten a little, against the younger man's shoulder. He doesn't let his face twist with grief (he does grieve, often, for the pain of the living), reaching instead for the serenity that can be leased on. ]
The mind is a strange place and works in strange ways, for all we try to rely on logic and order. Naught is wrong that yours is reacting to something as big in a strange way.
[ He would offer to protect them from the snow, even from the cold if he works on it, but Auron's words are enough to not suggest it. Instead, he lets them walk a little in silence, trying to make sure he is not missing something important before he speaks, and to let Auron soak in the company that he sought out.
In the end, the words that come up are, arguably, not world-shaking ones, but they are also from his heart. ]
You are not alone now, Auron. And though we may not replace those friends you have lost, we are here and shall do what we can to stand firm against lies and horrible truths alike.
[ Regis himself. Cloud, from what he has seen of the young man. Those whom Auron calls kids, too, as Regis suspects anyone who comes here has enough inner strength to offer support. At least some, in their own way. Others, he suspects. It is not the same, not at all, but it is also very far from being all alone, freezing, among creatures trying to kill you. ]
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Regis breathes out, softly, as the words sink in, again, and his fingers tighten a little, against the younger man's shoulder. He doesn't let his face twist with grief (he does grieve, often, for the pain of the living), reaching instead for the serenity that can be leased on. ]
The mind is a strange place and works in strange ways, for all we try to rely on logic and order. Naught is wrong that yours is reacting to something as big in a strange way.
[ He would offer to protect them from the snow, even from the cold if he works on it, but Auron's words are enough to not suggest it. Instead, he lets them walk a little in silence, trying to make sure he is not missing something important before he speaks, and to let Auron soak in the company that he sought out.
In the end, the words that come up are, arguably, not world-shaking ones, but they are also from his heart. ]
You are not alone now, Auron. And though we may not replace those friends you have lost, we are here and shall do what we can to stand firm against lies and horrible truths alike.
[ Regis himself. Cloud, from what he has seen of the young man. Those whom Auron calls kids, too, as Regis suspects anyone who comes here has enough inner strength to offer support. At least some, in their own way. Others, he suspects. It is not the same, not at all, but it is also very far from being all alone, freezing, among creatures trying to kill you. ]