[Espy]

...Oops. In his attempt to figure out Feenai's feelings, he'd forgotten her ability to do exactly what he'd thought.

It was strange, how they were both separated from their families, albeit for completely different reasons. Feenai, Michael, Rue. I suppose I'm lucky, in some ways.

And then there was Lev. The man seemed...strangely, somehow approachable. It was strange.

Almost as strange as actually someone crying next to him. A brief oh shit what do I do now flashed through his mind. He knew the feeling of seeing people die in front of him, in his arms.

The same right arm that had held Gabriel as he coughed up blood and turned pale, day by day, now twisted gently, awkwardly, out of the girl's grasp, reached behind her, turned her to face him, and stiffly hugged her to Dante's shoulder.