Nancy keeps her hand on the table for him, whenever the boy wants to take it. She isn't going to remove what comfort he surely needs. The poor boy.
His story only causes her more worry, her frown increasing. "It's alright," she tells him softly. "You were scared."
She runs over the information she's been given in her head. He woke up with no idea who he was, in the middle of a field. She'd found him, covered in blood but unhurt. Furthermore, the more time she spent around him, the more she could tell he wasn't just a regular boy. The cold she'd felt from his hand was so similar to how Cooper felt. She presses her lips together.
"But you're safe now. You don't need to be scared." Maybe she could do some sort of memory-regaining spell? "Perhaps we should figure out something to call you?"
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His story only causes her more worry, her frown increasing. "It's alright," she tells him softly. "You were scared."
She runs over the information she's been given in her head. He woke up with no idea who he was, in the middle of a field. She'd found him, covered in blood but unhurt. Furthermore, the more time she spent around him, the more she could tell he wasn't just a regular boy. The cold she'd felt from his hand was so similar to how Cooper felt. She presses her lips together.
"But you're safe now. You don't need to be scared." Maybe she could do some sort of memory-regaining spell? "Perhaps we should figure out something to call you?"