Hushed Willows Stranded Lullaby

Even after the young woman had finished speaking, a finality to her thanks, Dante's eyes wandered over her face. There was a certain tightness in his chest; he grieved not for Orlaith the way Lumiya did, but there was an undeniable poignant feeling that had struck him at seeing someone he- loved?-  in such pain. 

Even after his lingering gaze had turned its focus away, Dante had settled in closer, only hoping that the the empathy which had rung out in his body would find its way to her through his tactile gestures. With the pitter-patter of the rain filling his ears, the young man ghosted a soft breath of a sigh over the top of Lumiya's head and said no more; sometimes, there were no words left to give.