As Maea clenched and unclenched her fist, Amun frowned. Standing up from his kneeling position, he dashed over to his supply of clay. Slicing off a clump with the wire on the worktable nearby, he dunked his hand in a water bucket. Wetting the clay, he dashed back to her, setting the clay in her palm if she'd let him. "Squeeze that. The resistance should help until you can see Isla." He pressed his lips together.
Kneeling before her again, he rested on hand on her knee. Cocking his head to one side, he sighed. "She could've turned the other cheek. I wasn't strong enough to, but she could've. That's not on you."
Kneeling before her again, he rested on hand on her knee. Cocking his head to one side, he sighed. "She could've turned the other cheek. I wasn't strong enough to, but she could've. That's not on you."
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