His gaze flicked down and away, refocusing on his drink when Billy started to ask his question. The look on Isabelle's face when she confronted him about knowing and not saying anything, the sting of it lingered, despite the fact that her hurt feelings did not seem to do the same.
"I don't know," he admitted quietly, honestly. He sighed, lifted his head again. "Back home, she had his murderer to chase. She had something to do about it. Even though she knows that that man died, it's not the same as seeing to it yourself, you know?" Magnus shook his head. "I imagine whatever you're doing already is helping. Just keep loving her and eventually she'll find her way through it."
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Date: 2017-02-06 10:01 pm (UTC)"I don't know," he admitted quietly, honestly. He sighed, lifted his head again. "Back home, she had his murderer to chase. She had something to do about it. Even though she knows that that man died, it's not the same as seeing to it yourself, you know?" Magnus shook his head. "I imagine whatever you're doing already is helping. Just keep loving her and eventually she'll find her way through it."