[But Aranea’s older than him, and has spent years trying to learn basic body language cues. So she can see how deep she’s cut him, and she feels so guilty. She could say that she knows what it’s like. But her father died before she ever even met him so there was no bond there. And while her grandfather’s death stung, it was also expected with what age he was. So she can’t compare.

So instead she rests her hand lightly on his forearm, giving it a small squeeze] I can do that. It’s no problem. [And then she’ll attempt to try and lighten the mood, giving him a warm smile] Now then, would you like to see the view from the other side of the train? I’m sure if we’re quiet I can sneak you into the prefect carriage.