[She's at a loss, a little, for what to say. She wishes he could have been there too, and anything to the contrary would be false and hollow and pointless. She wishes she had managed to scream; she knows Sylvanas deliberately prevented her, just as she deliberated waited until Anya could be surprised alone. And an apology from her in return, despite their equal lack of culpability, would provide little resolution nor comfort.]
I know.
You're here now.
[Their promise, again and again. They stitch each other up. He hates the necessity of it, but his presence is a lodestone, a solid foundation, Archimedes's fixed point. She is more than safe with him, she is reassured, steadied, soothed. She hopes her comfort soothes him in turn.]
Spam
I know.
You're here now.
[Their promise, again and again. They stitch each other up. He hates the necessity of it, but his presence is a lodestone, a solid foundation, Archimedes's fixed point. She is more than safe with him, she is reassured, steadied, soothed. She hopes her comfort soothes him in turn.]