It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world
[ So, Yuri's going to be going around, putting up slips of paper for everyone to see, because even with everything that was that trial, he is sure it could help. He doesn't know--it's worked from time to time before anyway and someone should do it. ]

[ Yuri, for once, is going to be making some food for the afterparty that isn't desserts. On his side of things, his food is generally going to be geared towards something more western-style and hearty. In essence, there is some things of curry with beef, chicken, and vegetables in them, take your pick. Sayaka and Kyrie also will be assisting with food, providing stuff that is likely to be geared towards something asian.
This whole set up, of course, is going to be done in the dining hall, since that's where it usually is. ]

[ Yuri, for once, is going to be making some food for the afterparty that isn't desserts. On his side of things, his food is generally going to be geared towards something more western-style and hearty. In essence, there is some things of curry with beef, chicken, and vegetables in them, take your pick. Sayaka and Kyrie also will be assisting with food, providing stuff that is likely to be geared towards something asian.
This whole set up, of course, is going to be done in the dining hall, since that's where it usually is. ]
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Luca stands there for a moment, at a loss for what to do. Talking through things, he can do that. Giving platitudes that people want to hear, he can handle that as well. But actually comforting people? That's not something he knows much about.
A hug might help, but she's laying down and that would be extremely awkward. So instead he will carefully sit down on the edge of her bed and reach out to take her hand, the one that's not covering her face. It's not a hug, but maybe a hand-squeeze will help.]
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I shall be fine by- tomorrow.
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He squeezes her hand.]
Take all the time you need.
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She never wants to see that sunrise again.
So this? This is something she will get over in time. A day, a day is what she'll allow herself to be some crying maiden. And even if she hates that this stupid human man is here to see it, the hand does feel nice, and he does pretend to be a gentleman well enough. And so she'll just quietly cry and tremble here, squeezing his hand back. ]