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This was more than Nair bargained for, but he was in too deep at this point to back out. Giving her a quick look over, the bandages she was wearing were obviously fresh. The good doctor must just done this, so if he released her then there was nothing to worry about. Still, whatever amount of physical pain she was in didn't help the emotional pain she was going through, Nair noted.

"Music is the only thing I took with me from my old life," Nair said as he walked over and sat on the bed next Octavia, trying his best to not be awkward. This was the most vulnerable he'd ever seen her. When she sobbed, it sort of threw Nair for a loop again. It was clear she needed someone to just vent into, by this point. Or maybe even a cliche shoulder to cry on.

Tentatively, Nair reached an arm out and over her shoulder, resting it on her opposite shoulder, trying to be comforting. "It'll all be alright, once we're all good and drunk and out to sea," Nair smiled.