Down by the bay - Open, power reveal + death

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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

While Gael did not often offer direct empathy or comfort, the vulpine more than understood Jerikol's loss.  Aine's brother had been his son after all; her mother his wife.  He even had a younger brother himself, though he had not seen the other in many years -- Sèitheach had been prone to faking his death, so much so Gael did not know if he were truly dead this time or not.

Despite this keen understanding, the Ardent blinked as Aine snapped.  It came as little surprise of course, given their loss, but he still found himself thrown off by her outbursts.  Gael narrowed his gaze, brow raising in unimpressed disbelief as Dante argued he did understand.  "Your distinct lack of empathy suggests otherwise, Northwest."

"Regardless," either the hybrid did not know the same pain, which he found more likely, or he simply chose to mask it -- it hardly mattered in this instance,  "of how you choose to process such things, pushing grief to the side is simply unhealthy and impractical to suggest." It was well within someone's right to properly process and come to terms with their losses.

Shaking his head in disapproval, the faerie turned to Jerikol, tone far more gentle with the dragon.  "I am sincerely sorry, Jerikol.  I know there is little we can do for your brother aside from be vigilant for his killer, but if you ever need to talk, you can always come to me or Aine."

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent