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Her arms went to hold onto him, pulling herself as close as she could get, closing her eyes as she was once again amazed at how safe and secure she felt when he was holding her. It happened every time, but it was appreciated so much more now. Even though he was shaking, and even though his weight shifted so that she was partially supporting him, she didn’t care. If he needed to use her as support, than she would be there. If he needed to hold her close just to hold onto her, she would let him. She would do anything for him. “It’s okay, I…I wasn’t alone for long, you needed to go…”

More tears fell freely down her cheeks, but she wasn’t crying as hard as she had been just a few minutes ago. She wanted to be, because seeing her husband look like he did made her heart break into a thousand tiny shards, but this wasn’t the time to melt down. No, as much as she wanted to be comforted, Edgar needed it. He needed her to be the strong one this time, and…well, she was going to do her best. She’d try to be strong for him. “I know, baby…I know…” She nodded her head, agreeing with what he was saying, her eyes locked with his own. There was so much more that she wanted to say, to be able to tell him that everything was okay, that they would get through this, but the words just weren’t coming out. They would be messed up, and they wouldn’t sound convincing like she wanted them to sound, because she’d just lose control and would just sound like a weepy wife who just told her husband these things because she had to. That wasn’t what she wanted at all.

Her hand dropped from around his back to reach for his hand, but when he winced do to her contact, those green eyes focused down on what she had been trying to hold. It was then that she noticed the injury. Using both of her hands, she very carefully lifted up his injured hand to take a look at it. “…Edgar…” Part of her thought that he had perhaps gotten into a fight, and the question was on the tip of her tongue, her mouth partially opened as though she were about to ask. But, she closed her lips and swallowed again. “I’ll fix it…” she said with a nod, her voice still quiet. She continued to carefully hold his hand as the other of her own brushed some of his hair back, leaning up to give him a long kiss on the cheek. “Let’s clean you up.” Taking his good hand now, she laced her fingers with his own and pulled him into the bathroom, having him take a seat on the edge of the tub. She was constantly wiping away the many tears that kept falling as she opened up a cabinet and pulled out some potion and a few bandages. Afterwards, she sat down beside him, sniffling as she held out her hand, hoping he’d give her his bad one. She needed to do something. She needed to fix something, make him feel better in some way.