@LovelyAnastasiaBrigit could feel her shake with anger and fear. It was like something inside was triggered because of a seemingly harmless act of ignorance.
A person who is hurt deeply, needs support. He may deny it, but he longs for it in every whisper, touch or a hug. Give someone this and watch them shine brightly as the stars in the darkest night. These had been the words that Mr. Greg had told her in one of his musings. how he ended up broke and homeless shall forever be a mystery held by his silence but whatever little Brigit knew of human behaviour came from him and she was grateful.
She was grateful because despite the pain, she could see a prospect of happiness in every relation she tried to make and right now, standing next to this lovely misunderstood beauty, she was crafting one. She let go of her hand as the shivering stopped and then hugged her, her smaller frame trying to envelope the amazon in an embrace. She just patted her back when her arms couldn't touch each other. She had no words of consolation nor false tears of pretense. All she had was free hugs, she hoped the girl didn't mind.