She shooshes this time, pressing in a little closer. Wary of his scars, of his frailty, she leaves a small space between them, just enough to let him pull back or lean in as he likes.
"Of course you are. You don't become less than a troll because someone treated you like that. You weren't that way before we met you and you certainly aren't that way now."
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"Of course you are. You don't become less than a troll because someone treated you like that. You weren't that way before we met you and you certainly aren't that way now."