Just a bad roll of the dice...

Without even thinking about how she would react, Kiril drops to his knees next to the sitting, sobbing young woman, and pulls her into an embrace. Left arm going around her waist, right hand cupping the back of her head and pulling it to his left shoulder.

It's no one's fault. It just happened, is all. In gambler's parlance, It was just a bad roll of the dice. I am here for you, if you need me to be,"  Kiril croons to her.

And then he starts to sing a sweet melody in Elvish. Not realizing that the Half-Elven maiden he is holding doesn't know the language, he sings her, "On the Mornings Tide," a song of love lost, but also of new beginnings that follows. And he also, softly, almost imperceptibly rocks her, trying to provide her with as much comfort and support as he can.

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