[It was obvious she'd been close with the brother she spoke of, but losing a twin is an exquisite, especial grief. He served with a set of them once, and upon the death of one the other went all but mad, tried to climb over the bow of the ship to get at a retreating Spanish galleon. They had to keep him drugged to the gills with opium until they could reach a port and dispatch him back to his family. James honestly doesn't know if he survived the trip or not.
Flint does not remember the last time he deigned show care or compassion to someone, in recompense for something they have suffered or lost. Eleanor, perhaps. His expression flickers, something tightens in his jaw and his brows draw down in consternation. He lifts a hand, sets it on her shoulder and his fingers flex just slightly.]
I'm given to understand such loss is difficult. I'm sorry for yours.
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Flint does not remember the last time he deigned show care or compassion to someone, in recompense for something they have suffered or lost. Eleanor, perhaps. His expression flickers, something tightens in his jaw and his brows draw down in consternation. He lifts a hand, sets it on her shoulder and his fingers flex just slightly.]
I'm given to understand such loss is difficult. I'm sorry for yours.