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They had always reached for each other during difficult times.
Whether it was hands reaching for each other or brushing each other’s shoulders and arms, Baela and Jace always reached for each other during times of joy and sorrow, just as Daemon and Rhaenyra did.
If Baela were saddened, Jace would grab hold of her hand, and when Jace was upset, she would grab his. It had been that way since they were children, all those years ago at Laena, her late mother's funeral, when the world felt like it was falling apart and all they had was each other.
At the moment, the world felt like it was falling apart again, and Jace had never been more devastated as he grieved for his baby brother, for Luke, who had left before his time.
Jace stood before his mother, struggling to hold back his sobs. Baela noticed immediately and brushed her hand on his arm before leaving them alone. It was enough to comfort him in his grief.
Her incandescent touch was always enough for him.