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[senseforromance]

Enter a young woman, looking quite miserable, for lack of a better word. Without noticing her surroundings, she collapses into a chair, sobbing as if her heart were breaking and clutching a tear-stained letter in her hand. This is Marianne Dashwood, who's just received some very bad news. Who'd like to comfort her?

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[three_smiles]

Michael watches her for a moment, head titled and expression a little quietly sad. Then he walks up to her and brushes back her hair, wiping at her tears with his fingertips. "What has happened?"

[senseforromance]

*pulls back a bit, trying not to cry* I -- oh, he has left me!

[three_smiles]

*gently* Why?

[senseforromance]

*dabs at her eyes* He-- he is engaged to someone else.

[three_smiles]

*it takes a moment, but then Michael is able to process it; and he holds her gently, putting his arms around her. some of his angelic presence is able to make this a calming gesture rather than an unsettling one, something to be glad of and safe in rather than frightened by*three

[senseforromance]

*that gets a blink -- but at least she's not crying, and she sense that this is safe -- that Michael is safe, and so she'll be burying her face in his shoulder and not-quite clinging*

[three_smiles]

*he holds her close and touches her back lightly--sort of a pat, not quite--it's all right, now. i can make it right--he can't, of course, can't heal her as he used to be able, but he can give her this strength of believing that things will be all right*

[senseforromance]

Oh....*still clinging* Oh, thank you, sir...

[three_smiles]

*he brushes her hair softly with his fingers, and then wipes at her tears with the corner of his soft tunic* Are you better now?

[senseforromance]

*dabs at her face a little* I -- I believe so, sir.

[three_smiles]

Matrena gave her friend hot soup when she was weeping. Is that what I should do?

[senseforromance]

*that gets a small smile* It is always worth a try.

[three_smiles]

I know where the soup is. *he offers her his hand* Come with me.

[senseforromance]

*takes his hand, looking more than a little unsure -- one doesn't go off with strange men, after all, but...* *curtsies* As you wish, sir.

[three_smiles]

*oh, but everything's always safe with Michael and his gentle, blank face--and he leads her to the kitchen*