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A panic of her own set in as his breaths shortened and a wildly thumping chest shook even her own with it’s pounding.

“Hey! hey, hey, hey,” She cries and draws him against her, enclosing his body between her arms and cradling him with the sweep of her tail. She didn’t know the words to soothe; how to chase away his fears. Or her’s. She was barely an adult herself, she was making it all up as she went and she didn’t know that she was doing a particularly good job of it.

So she holds him tightly and rocks, pressing him close, lowering her lips to his curly temple and focuses on his breaths. He felt too small, too fragile, too beset with grief.

And now she’s adding to it.

“Skáld, you know I like having you here, right?” She murmurs as they sway, refusing to let him go. “Nothing’s going to change. It’s always going to be me and you. You’re stuck with me, kid.”

“Us. Always.”