[Renoir balances the bowl in his palm, his calloused hand protecting against the warmth. She swallows her emotions like her father has for decades. He thinks it would be good fortune to see her smile, knowing she feels more like herself, but remembers his mood when his own mobility became limited.
In the end, he remains quiet on the edge of the bed and chooses to say nothing. Since when have condolences meant anything?]
I asked your brother to look after her a while.
[Verso is doing what he should be doing. But in helping his daughter, he hopes to help his wife. He knows the two have barely spoken after the fire.]
It is hard to witness those we love in pain. Just give her time.
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In the end, he remains quiet on the edge of the bed and chooses to say nothing. Since when have condolences meant anything?]
I asked your brother to look after her a while.
[Verso is doing what he should be doing. But in helping his daughter, he hopes to help his wife. He knows the two have barely spoken after the fire.]
It is hard to witness those we love in pain. Just give her time.