[He lets himself smile, huffing out a laugh against her hair. She can lean as hard as she needs - he had most of the last day to recuperate. Even if he hadn't, he'd carry her wherever she needed. Well - he'd try.
The thought makes him smile a little more, and he starts rubbing her back again.]
It's going to be all right, Anya. [At least for a little while, at least till the next horror; it doesn't feel like a lie.]
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The thought makes him smile a little more, and he starts rubbing her back again.]
It's going to be all right, Anya. [At least for a little while, at least till the next horror; it doesn't feel like a lie.]