[She stops right then, her expression troubled. His brother...? There are an assortment of reasons why a child would request such a thing, and each is more worrying than the next.
Slowly, she crouches down to his height, very tentatively reaching out a hand to place comfortingly on his shoulder.]
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Slowly, she crouches down to his height, very tentatively reaching out a hand to place comfortingly on his shoulder.]
I'm... I'm so sorry.