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That was a lot of upsetting information to take in at once. Rose didn't even know where to begin--- the story, the scars (scars)--- lost magic? How was that even possible? And then--- his face, Thomas' face, it was absolutely killing her because since when did he actually--- she was the only one that ever cried, and now--- she felt her eyes begin to prickle and her cheeks heat up. This was horrible, so horrible-- so-- so---

No. No, this wasn't right. While all Rose wanted to do was cry with Thomas, hold him and tell him everything would be alright, that wouldn't change anything, that wouldn't help. She didn't know if everything was going to be fine, and saying that wasn't what he needed to hear, or probably wanted to either. What he needed was for her to help him, without him realizing it because Merlin knew how stubborn he was, and that meant she had to be strong. It was rarely her role to be the strong one, in any of her relationships let alone the one she had with Thomas, but she would try, because he was drowning.

So, gulping down her tears and taking a deep breath, Rose dropped the keys and her wand into her pocket. No magic, she could do that. She looked down at his arms, and struggled for a moment. So much pain... it hurt her to think of what he had to endure to claim those. Kidnapped! She hadn't actually thought.... who would want to think.... why would anyone... her head tilted to the side slightly in dejection. It was difficult to function normally when he was in the state.

Wordlessly, Rose inched closer as reached for his empty hand and entwined her fingers through his. When was the last time they had held hands? She couldn't even remember--- it felt appropriate, now, it didn't matter. She held his hand tightly, and with her other lightly wrapped her other arm around for as big of a hug as their positions would allow. Grasping his back with her hand, she stuck her chin on his shoulder.

"You are a strong person," Rose said quietly, speaking freely because it was the truth. "You will make it through this." She wanted to look to him, but she knew her face would be sad--- and he had made an effort to not look at her, anyway, so it was pointless.