Shhh, Eena, it’s going to be okay. I promise, you’ll get through this.”	She didn’t fight him, but grabbed onto his shirt, weeping softly into it as before. He began to hum faintly, a familiar Earth tune. Soon he was singing the words in that deep, consoling voice of his. The song itself was meant to be comforting, and his tender manner made it that much more effectual. 	Eena recognized the song. She fell asleep to the soothing l
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen
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