I internally praised whatever gods might be responsible for that the old method of letting someone rant to their heart's content.
It had somehow worked again.
Titania had softened toward me—noticeably and quite dramatically—after hours of uninterrupted talking.
Imagine me touching this drama Queen's hair some chapters ago... She'd kill me.
But I still didn't have the perfect words to make her happy, or even calmer. Nothing felt big enough for this kind of pain.
Ah… when you don't know the true depth of someone's suffering and you want to console them anyway, the safest path is "future optimism"—ab-lib something that gently nudges them to look forward without sounding like you're just trying to rush them past the grief.
GULP.
Here it goes…
"Titania…" I began softly, letting my hands slide along her hair in long, comforting strokes from crown to ends. "I've heard everything you said, with every single detail too, and it was beautiful to hear.
