(that's interesting! I don't know who I'd compare him to, he's definitely more of a curly blond than Dean, though I could see some aspects of them being similar-ish)
"Ari's right. That's not gonna happen. You know Arquis, you'd know he'd never-" Honey cut himself off, not wanting to say the words aloud, especially when he himself wasn't at all certain that Arquis hadn't killed his father. He continued stroking through Rin's hair as he thought of a way to proceed. "And even if he did, he had to have had a good reason for it, right? I'm sure once the Court hears whatever that reason is, they'll understand it completely."
Ophia shifted so that she could cup Rin's chin, gently lifting it up from their knees. She wiped away one of their tears away. "I think what Honey's really trying to say is that no matter what happens, we're going to be here for you and him, okay? And we're not going to give up hope before the trial even starts. Let's take it one day at a time."
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Ambrose wasn't sure he'd ever felt such fury before in his life. Every time he looked into the nobleman's wide, unfocused eyes, all he could think about was his daughter. She was at home with his sister, probably in bed, considering how late it was in the day, but he couldn't stop picturing her in the chair in front of him, near paralyzed with fear, yet begging through tears for forgiveness. Arquis was not a child, but he was still young. He didn't deserve to go through this alone.
"It's okay," he said, speaking slowly. For the first time since he'd come in, Arquis seemed to hear him. He took that as a good sign. "It's okay, Arquis. It's alright."
"It's not. It's not okay." His teeth chattered from how hard he was shaking. He tried to wrap his arms about himself, but the chain snagged on the leg of the side table nearby. Panicked, he yanked it towards him, but all that did was rattle the chain and startle him further. Ambrose tried to get closer so that he could free it, but as soon as he moved, Arquis flinched away. He stopped and held his hands up, his palms towards Arquis. The nobleman watched him, unmoving. He was breathing heavily.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I was just going to make it so that you can move around a little easier. Do I have your permission to do that?"
After a moment of hesitation, Arquis gave him a small nod. Ambrose leaned forward and unhooked the chain from the table. This time, the nobleman didn't flinch, but he didn't take his gaze off the doctor for a second. The whole situation reminded Ambrose of an animal caught in a hunter's trap. He wished he could take the cuff off entirely, but he didn't have the key. Besides, he wasn't sure it would actually help Arquis, given how dazed he seemed.
"There we go. Isn't that better?" He waited for Arquis to test it out and move his arm around before giving him a smile. "Now, why don't we see if you can try and lie down?"
The chain was long enough that they could in theory move around the room and get to the bed, but due to how difficult the last few minutes had been, Ambrose figured it'd probably be easiest for everyone if the noble stayed in the same place. Arquis, still visibly trembling but no longer crying, tucked his legs up onto the chair. He let his head rest on one forearm but kept his eyes on the doctor. Ambrose got up, went to the bed for a blanket, and came back over. He held it out. The nobleman raised his free hand to touch it. He stroked the fabric as if he could feel it, apparently forgetting that he was wearing gloves. The terror in his expression morphed into wonder, and Ambrose wondered what he was seeing in his state. Eventually, he nodded, and the doctor carefully draped it over him. He was once again reminded of his daughter and how he used to tuck her into bed when she was younger.
"You should try and get some sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up, I promise."
"You promise?"
"I do." He winced as he stood, his knees aching. He really needed to remember to bring his braces when he traveled. He looked down at Arquis, who was still running his hand up and down the edge of the blanket. "Do you need anything before I go?"
"Go?" He sounded sad. "But you just came back. You don't want to stay?"