He stopped, listening to the story the elf said, and whispered, "Dear gods... That is horrible. And they... That is... How could anyone do that to another person? There are times I heartily wish my human brethren to the bottom of the ocean, and this is one of those times. I... I don't know what to say. Even sorry does not begin to cover what I want to say."<br/><br/>He tries to shove the horrible sights that she was literally thrusting at him away, trying to not see her elven mother on the bed, the men raping her, as she cried out as the brutally ravaged her. His arms let go to grab his head, as he desperately tried to shut himself away from her, but he was drowning in a sea of fear, hate, lust, and incomprehension. He cried for her, for poor Cerulean, forced to watch her mother raped, and for her mother, forced to live through it. He knew his mother had not been raped, not good enough for her killers, which he realized had been a blessing for her now, even if it had meant he might have gotten back in time to save her.<br/><br/>He managed to shut her away partially, her emotions still beat at his mind, but the images did not, and he reached over, crying with her, trying to comfort the poor woman. He realized that he needed a mind healer for this, but this world did not have healers like that, who focused on healing mental trauma, not like home. He kissed her forehead, and said, "It is not your fault, Cerulean. You did not know what was about to happen, could not have stopped it if you had tried, and would have probably been raped even if you had. You stayed because you loved your mother, and did not want to leave. Don't stop, Cerulean, let it out, you will feel better because of it. I can stay here all night if you need me, only getting Maura to take over for the dumb bard, and returning immediately."<br/><br/>He had been a good person before becoming a god, wanting to help as many as he could, and her need was genuine, and he would have to stay until she was healed. Maybe even longer, for she was brittle, and might never fully heal from that shock, holding it in too long had seen to that. He kissed her forehead, holding her close, and grabbed his robe from the bed nearby, willing it into existence from his room, as he had left it in there earlier, and placed it over her shoulders, giving her the comfort she was obviously craving.