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"You don't." Nassir retorted softly, relaxing ever so slightly himself as she allowed herself to lean into his hold. Her arms around his waist were strangely soothing, and he welcomed the gesture. Relieved Tavyna was calming down, the djinni reached one hand up slowly so as not to startle her. Hesitating barely a second, he began to idly pet the shahzadi's head.

Her apology was almost enough to elicit more unpleasant surges of worry and a sickening sensation of helplessness. Despite her soft voice, Nassir was spared such detestable feelings as he noted that Tavyna was no longer crying. It was enough to keep him in a reasonable state of mind, the marid able to think clearly and not react purely on concern or impulse. He sighed at the apology none the less, shaking his head in reply.

"Don't be sorry. You don't have a need to be sorry." Nassir scolded gently, pausing for a moment as he struggled to enunciate his feelings and thoughts. He wasn't one for opening up easily, especially not since becoming an imprisoned djinni. "Just....don't cry anymore, ok? I don't like you crying."