(While he grows more anxious by the second, his face shows none of that. Instead, it's calm but eager to hear her. Finally, she says it and he perks up - that's most reaction he was given time to provide.

She never painted the picture of how it happened in detail, and Ren never pushed for it either. It was her information to disclose and an open wound that he would do his best to help heal, but he's not imposing it. He listens though, joining hands in the space between his legs as he thinks. It's unquestionably fair...)

I'm sorry about Seventh Heaven and your home. (He starts by saying it, because truly, he is and it enrages him how distortion is so rampant and present in her homeworld, and likewise, it's not like he could fix it, even if he really wants to. It's just heartbreaking to hear the story, but still, he fights whatever indication of upsetness. It's not what she needs.)

I understand. You can leave it to me for as long as you need. (Be it short, long, or permanently. Ren's voice is a strong resolve in tone and he nods.)

I'll still be here for you and I'll take care of Heavenly Blanc just the same.