Lorielle hugs the silver haired girl, who blushes.

Girl: uh

Dorian lowers his head solemnly.

Dorian: Aye. All too common.

Lorielle and the silver haired girl hug, as Lorielle comforts her.

Lorielle: There, there, honey. You're alright now.

They separate. The silver haired girl wipes her eyes.

Girl: Ahem. It was a-about a month ago that I began, uh... that is, I turned out to be...

She holds her hands out in front of her and closes her eyes.

Girl: Here.

A glowing ball of silver-white light floats in the air above her.

Girl: Th-this is all I can do.