[Grief is universal. Unfairness, loss. Delayed expression of fear and trauma. Ellie knows it intimately, and she doesn't waver in the way she holds on tight, isn't flustered by the tears or the anguish. Once upon a time she might've been, but now she knows what strength it takes to let yourself cry.
She knows this, and what it is to wrestle with the pain. It doesn't matter that they don't know each other well; she knows this. So she lets Margaery cry it out, holding on as long as she needs it. The sounds of the music and distant laughter inside mingle with the sounds of Margaery's sobs, and it seems fitting somehow, even if that thought's a little bit fucked up.
It's all a little bit fucked up.
Ellie strokes her hair, the way Dina used to do for her, and hopefully doesn't mess it up too badly.]
S'okay.
[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]
You've been holding onto that shit since you got here, huh?
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She knows this, and what it is to wrestle with the pain. It doesn't matter that they don't know each other well; she knows this. So she lets Margaery cry it out, holding on as long as she needs it. The sounds of the music and distant laughter inside mingle with the sounds of Margaery's sobs, and it seems fitting somehow, even if that thought's a little bit fucked up.
It's all a little bit fucked up.
Ellie strokes her hair, the way Dina used to do for her, and hopefully doesn't mess it up too badly.]
S'okay.
[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]
You've been holding onto that shit since you got here, huh?