[He could feel the tension in her, the pain, like his magic had no affect. Sometimes it didn't, sometimes the pain was too deep. He'd tried for days to make the Hawke estate filled to the brim with that same emotionally and physically soothing aura and it hadn't seemed to do anything for the one person he'd really wanted to help. Not until time and the others had done some of the work first.
This was like that, except it seemed time hadn't held much kindness for Hermione.

He turned more towards her, moving to sit fully beside her so he could hold her close.]

I'm sorry you went through that.
I can't say I fully understand, that's never happened to me, but I know what it is to lose yourself, especially in a moment of overwhelming emotion. It...can make you feel...less than human. Like a monster.

[He'd been trying to avoid the term, he didn't want to give her the wrong idea, but he didn't think he was far off in his assessment either. In some ways, they shared some of the worst similarities in their pasts. He held her tighter.]

...but I don't think you are. If anything, that emotion is what makes you more human. But when you hold power, it can manifest in the worst way.

[He brushed his lips against the top of her head.]

What can I do for you?