[Carolina watches him as he sits silently, giving him any time he needs to just sit, away from the Castle, away from Wash and York, away from anyone that might hurt him, physically or otherwise. When he speaks, her expression brightens and a warm smile spreads slowly across her face.]
Glad I can help, Maine.
[Because before she really couldn't. She could try to talk to him over the journal, she could try writing to him, trying to reason with him, but being unable to do anything had been one of the hardest things to endure. Having him talking, sane, and in one relative piece was more than she could have ever asked of the Castle.]
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Glad I can help, Maine.
[Because before she really couldn't. She could try to talk to him over the journal, she could try writing to him, trying to reason with him, but being unable to do anything had been one of the hardest things to endure. Having him talking, sane, and in one relative piece was more than she could have ever asked of the Castle.]