[Alphinaud knows she doesn't like to cry but sometimes you have to lance a wound to make it better. He holds her patiently, and the thought that her crying might make him cry doesn't even pass through his mind. He's been sleeping fitfully too, but he was trying to endure it. He should have checked on her, first.

He sucks in a breath as he hears her sob, and leaves more soft kisses in her hair, nuzzles into it even. He would never be caught dead doing this in public but it's them and it's okay and it's what their mother would have done.]

We're all right.

[He pets her hair with one hand, and then her ears.]

Whatever you saw will not happen. That cannot happen... We will not let it. We are here, safe and surrounded by friends, and the threat is gone.

[They've fought to the brink of the darkness itself. He thought he was dead when he covered her body with his own. And while he never wanted to die there, he was ready to.]

And if a new one is born-- [he swallows harshly, having trouble with his throat so full of sleep and feeling] -- if it should come to that, then we will face it as one.

[Gods strike him down should he ever manage to become separated from her. He loves her so much that the world seems incomplete, gray, broken without her in it. He could never.]