[She seems a little reluctant to emerge from the vaguely egg-like shape she's crouched into, but she leans into the hug sincerely, letting her eyes squeeze shut for a bit. She's not in danger of crying again or anything, she'd gotten that out of her system for the moment, but... they hurt.]
Thanks...
[She wasn't sure if she was thanking him for the hug, or for being there, or-- ... having spiky hair or something, but whatever it was for, she knows she means it.]
[That empathy was more or less exactly what had earned him her trust and shattered her preconceived notions about anyone working for a court of law. It was the reason she was here. So, twisting stomach-knots or not, it's done at least one good thing. If it wasn't for that? She might not have gone to anybody tonight.]
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Thanks...
[She wasn't sure if she was thanking him for the hug, or for being there, or-- ... having spiky hair or something, but whatever it was for, she knows she means it.]
[That empathy was more or less exactly what had earned him her trust and shattered her preconceived notions about anyone working for a court of law. It was the reason she was here. So, twisting stomach-knots or not, it's done at least one good thing. If it wasn't for that? She might not have gone to anybody tonight.]