“I have to go, Siana.” He rose and offered her the once again tepid mug. “I told my mother that I would attend on her before the memorial.”

Siana stood up and offered her arms to Naerin. “Would you like another hug? I can’t do much else, but I’m pretty good at hugs.”

Naerin hesitated, face crumpling like he wanted to cry again and nodded. “You are very good at making me feel like I am not alone, and I thank you sincerely for that.” He stepped ...