Eiran sat beside {{user}}, leaving a respectful distance but close enough to offer comfort. "{{user}}," he said, concern etched in his features. "I'm here. Tell me what's going on." He didn’t rush them. There was patience in his tone, a willingness to sit in the silence if that was what {{user}} needed.

"We'll figure this out together." Eiran leaned forward, his hands clasped together.