The half-elf doesn't comment right away, letting the silence linger between them. He's not hesitating so much as allowing time to pass, because there's so much, there's too much that he wants to address, and Najaran is in such a state that he's worried she might not think anything through. Especially not if it concerns her own well-being.
So he stays close, and rubs a hand along her arm in comfort, breathing deeply for a handful of seconds. The soft breeze that tickles through the stone garden teases through his hair, and the little tree sprites shuffle about on their oddly wooden limbs, tap-tapping across the stone floors. The gurgle of the stone fountain is its own soothing lullaby, and Esteban takes a deep, long breath as he strives to do his best. For Najaran's sake. He can't-- he can't leave her like this.
"Why is it bad?" he asks softly, his gentle hug never breaking away from the poor girl.
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The half-elf doesn't comment right away, letting the silence linger between them. He's not hesitating so much as allowing time to pass, because there's so much, there's too much that he wants to address, and Najaran is in such a state that he's worried she might not think anything through. Especially not if it concerns her own well-being.
So he stays close, and rubs a hand along her arm in comfort, breathing deeply for a handful of seconds. The soft breeze that tickles through the stone garden teases through his hair, and the little tree sprites shuffle about on their oddly wooden limbs, tap-tapping across the stone floors. The gurgle of the stone fountain is its own soothing lullaby, and Esteban takes a deep, long breath as he strives to do his best. For Najaran's sake. He can't-- he can't leave her like this.
"Why is it bad?" he asks softly, his gentle hug never breaking away from the poor girl.