Austin's POV:
'This will take a while.'
I mused as I held the trembling Eleanara in my arms, or more accurately, she was clutching onto my shirt, spilling all her tears onto my stomach. She no longer looks like the regal queen I met a day ago, nor does she look like she is hiding her pain anymore. Right now, she is just the girl who had trapped herself in a dark room, finally calling out her pain.
"It's alright... it's not your fault..."
I kept whispering as I patted the back of Eleanara, her trembling form looking a bit pitiful. It seems the combination of attacks I used is more powerful than I hoped for it to achieve—the subtle touch of familial warmth, the smooth connection of emotion added with the warmth of life, sweeping into her body.
'It's like the perfect recipe for all trauma-based psychologists.'
