[The letter is...of interest to him, but Caleb is far more concerned about how absolutely distraught Amelia looks before she hands it over. And if that wasn't going to take all of his attention, then the way she practically collapses on his doorstep certainly does. Caleb doesn't even look at the letter again after that.
Instead, he quickly kneels down himself, placing a hand on Amelia's shoulder and peering down with not inconsiderable worry.]
Let me help you sit down inside.
[There's no point, he thinks, in asking her what's wrong or if she's hurt. She clearly is...though that hurt doesn't seem to be an external thing. As for what's wrong...well. That can wait.]
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Instead, he quickly kneels down himself, placing a hand on Amelia's shoulder and peering down with not inconsiderable worry.]
Let me help you sit down inside.
[There's no point, he thinks, in asking her what's wrong or if she's hurt. She clearly is...though that hurt doesn't seem to be an external thing. As for what's wrong...well. That can wait.]