Sasha took the letter, taking to slowly try and read the name. Sasha had been, over the last month or so, trying to help herself read. She'd buy books, and slowly struggle through them, but she didn't seem to be making much progress at reading, or becoming a faster reader. So it took her a few moments to read the name properly, frowning when he said it was from his mother. 

Sasha did the only thing a friend could do in such a situation. She opened the letter for him, and handed it back. "Read" She said softly, "Don't worry. Don't fear. I'm here" She said, knowing it would be better for him to read it, then for her to struggle through it herself. She gave him a reassuring smile. "Right now, you're fearing reading it, but you don't even know if there's anything in there to fear. You're making it worse, so just read"