She carefully wraps an arm around him -- carefully for reasons of making sure it's comfortable, not because this is the boy who apparently ripped the heart out of a dying divinity recently. "Anytime."
And they'll sit like that for a while.
Eventually. "When do you think you can make it back to your room?"
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