At first, Soh hadn't wanted anyone to know about the attack, hoping that if she just ignored it, it would simply go away. But, just as she had found with Jude when she'd talked about Auden, there was something healing about sharing the burden with someone else. With every reassurance, Soh felt a little more tension leave her body, the furrow in her brow lessening with each word. Thinking of herself as a survivor would take time and effort, but Tal had planted the seed.
So when he placed a hand on the arm of the chair, Soh reached out to grasp it, squeezing gently in silent thanks. She paused for a moment, a little surprised at the offer of a hug, though the thought wasn't an unwelcome one. She remembered how it had felt for Jude to hold her when she was sad, and that had made her feel safe and understood. "That sounds nice," she said in a small voice, a ghost of a smile fluttering to her lips for the barest moment.
So when he placed a hand on the arm of the chair, Soh reached out to grasp it, squeezing gently in silent thanks. She paused for a moment, a little surprised at the offer of a hug, though the thought wasn't an unwelcome one. She remembered how it had felt for Jude to hold her when she was sad, and that had made her feel safe and understood. "That sounds nice," she said in a small voice, a ghost of a smile fluttering to her lips for the barest moment.
