"Hey," she said as she reached out and took one of his hands. She gave it a small squeeze, finding it weird that she was the one giving him a little reassurance. "It's not your fault and you have nothing to be sorry about. She's a kid. Things like this happen. It's a broken arm. Nothing more. It's not like she got hurt by a horde of demons and undead or whatever else our other kids get into."
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