In truth he was helping her just as much as she was helping him; the eidolon in her chest hated the sour notes hanging thick in the air, without some way to resolve them. It craved harmony. It wasn't that pain and sadness couldn't exist, because the beauty of art was every human emotion, but all of this...it was just so sourceless. Unnatural. A discordant harmony only worked when there was a satisfying resolution to solve it.

So feeling his body relax and hearing some warmth bleed into his voice, she felt the eidolon's hunger for that resolution sate, just a little. "Yeah, I do know," Grace replied with a small smile, still absently, gently running her fingers through his hair. "Have you told him?"