Pruna hesitated for a moment but then brought her hand to rest on Sandy's head, awkwardly like she wasn't sure what she was doing, but it was an attempt at comfort.

She did wonder at the words, how much of Sandy she had actually saved, had she been too late? How was she supposed to fix this? Anger at what had been done and anger at herself for caring warred with each other and her chest felt all tight again. She sighed.