It is tears with no purpose, [he huffs, ears folded back.] ...We know there is no end, and that we will prevail- and yet it is...something so simple as not yet knowing how...

[It should not be something he needs. He shouldn't need comfort, not because it's a weakness but simply because it means he isn't able to comfort someone else, and idly his thoughts veer back to when they had been talking over that scroll, but...

Well, old habits die hard, evidently.]