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[After he leaves.]

Sara Sidle is curled up on a couch, clutching a bright costume to her chest.

She is sobbing her heart out. And making no sound.

[ooc: Only people Sara knows, say thankya. She's not in any shape to be making new acquaintances. Also, slowtime between 11:00am CST and 2:00pm CST for class.]

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Naraht's only just started on the graphite, so he still has enough higher mental facualties to notice her and quietly wander over.

Black fringe gently brushes her shoulder.

She isn't at the point of speaking.

But she does gently grip his fringe.

he murmurs.

She shakes her head.

"I need to grieve. This is the only way I know how. But thank you."

The fringe tightens gently around her hand.

he says.

"I will."

"Thank you."

In a Millitime where this is still just before the whole going-crazy-and-attacking-people bit, Steph comes over. She doesn't say anything. Just sits down on the floor at the foot of the couch, curled tightly in on herself, face blank.

She'll stay there all night. (Until, y'know, the crazy.) Not talking. Not demanding anything. She just ... wants to be near someone.

[ooc: mun will not be here all night, so if you want to tag, it'll be slowtime, alas. if not, though, steph's not going to ask for any attention or anything.]

[ooc: S'alright.]

And one of Sara's hands comes to rest gently on Steph's shoulder, lightly squeezing.

Hank gently touches her back, not doing more, just letting her know he is there. His eyes still hold the brightness of tears and he smiles softly as he settles to the ground near her.

She doesn't try to smile, but her eyes are appreciative of his support.

He nods, and he settles there, just... being there. He cant help this now, and knows it, so he will say nothing till words come to him that make more sense than I am sorry. But he will be there.

And it is that when Elrond comes in a few moments later, his arms reach out to touch and then to gently hug this woman he has taken as a daughter. His people do not mourn the same way humans do, but he still sorrows for her loss and her pain.

One of her hands reach up and takes one of his. She doesn't say anything, but keeps holding on. Needing an anchor.

He understands, and appreciates it, remembering how he felt when his wife left, when his friends left, when his brother died. So he just holds her quietly, solidly, and if perhaps, at times he murmurs soft words, then it might just be quiet words of comfort or it might just be singing, or it might just be something else, but it is all just family.

She is clutching the costume tightly, not noticing her hand is now strained.

His words are soothing, but she still can't say anything at the moment.

He knows, and he just holds her. The worst part of being a parent, save burying a child, is watching that child hurt and he closes his eyes for awhile, just holding her, filling her with his warmth, and giving her his strength and peace, with his touch, with his prescence, knowing it wont be enough today, knowing he can only watch and be here, for now.

Celebrian takes a seat next to her lord, gently laying a hand on Sara's shoulder.

She whispers softly, soothingly in Quenya, telling Sara that someday, she and Barry will find their way to each other once more.

Iluvatar rewards love that is true.

Elrond places onehand upon Celebrian's arm as well, casting her a smile even in this moment. Ever has he relied on her toi buoy him and this tyime is no different. Her strength reminds him even in the darkness and night that there is a light.

Guppy knows grief all too well. Eyes bearing a terrible haunted look deep within them, no matter how he tries to blink it away, he reaches forward and puts a gentle hand on hers.

Just letting her know he is here.

She looks up, grateful for Guppy's presence and knowing he is grieving just as much for his friend.

She doesn't say anything, but takes his hand, squeezing.

He says nothing either, knowing that talking is probably the last thing she wants right now.

He returns the squeeze and just stays there.

A sorrow shared is half a sorrow, as the proverb goes.

Though Sara bets she, Guppy, and everyone else could make strong arguments to the contrary.

Catherine arrives. And just looks at her, and hugs her tight.

She hugs back, grateful for her friend's support.

She holds her for a long time, letting her cry, fighting back tears herself as the empty folds of the costume, lying on the ground, ruffle in the wind.

"When all is ended...we'll meet again," she whispers finally.

"I know. I know you will." Catherine is losing the battle, tears streaking down her face. "Nothing will ever change that."

And there happens to be a self-named brother ambling through the bar. He's not checking up on her, so don't even think that. But he's there. Quietly putting his arms around her, trying to give back a little of the comfort she has given him in the months past.

She curls into his embrace, still weeping without a sound.

He shifts closer, oulls her closer to him. Quietly comforting. He hums softly, but doesn't speak. Words get in the way, sometimes, and he is well aware this is one of those times.

Too true.

Which is why this brother isn't saying anything either.

Just being there.

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