Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

"This scares me."

She held him a bit tighter, if possible, her own fear that he might crumble in her arms or he'd vanish with the wind. Then she found the strength to speak to him. Murmured and soft. Why? There was no anger or accusation in her tone. Simple tender curiosity. She stayed quiet after her small one-worded question. All she would offer until his answer was her presence, hopeful that it might continue to offer comfort.