*His hands ball into fists as she watches and a dark eyebrow raises, part question, part challenge. It doesn't stop her, nor is she surprised when the urge to strike out seems to leave him deflated.*

I know, brother. It was shameful on their part and necessary on ours to deal with the situation. Each of us must deal with our actions in our own way. Some lie and plaster a smile to their faces to hide their unease. Some drink, some rut, some look for distraction. Some engage in quiet reflection. Those that hide have the luxury of doing so. You do not. You must be more than everyone else at all times. It is the role you were born into and thus the role you are expected to play. Your grief will be public. Your sorrows. Your joys. You are a leader.

*Her hands work with expert ease to pull his armor from him and she lets it fall to he floor with little care, stripping him bare bit by bit.*

For now though...for now I will take care of you while you reconcile yourself with what's been done.