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[bythebrook]

Yrael and Ophelia come in the front door of her flat. She is limp in his arms, clinging to him, bloody but no longer bleeding.

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[mogget_cat]

*He nudges the door closed with a foot before making his way over to the couch and laying her down gently upon it.*

You need rest, dear friend. You need sleep.

[bythebrook]

Her fingers tighten in the folds of his shirt even as she curls up on the couch, blinking wearily.

"Don't go."

[mogget_cat]

*He leans up and kisses her on her forehead, gently.*

I'll stay. Don't worry.

*He shifts, not moving away, (she has ahold of his shirt, after all) and lays down beside her. Murmuring to her, he puts his arms around her, comfortingly.*

[bythebrook]

And Ophelia falls asleep safe and cared for and somehow, despite Yrael's presence, alone.

[mogget_cat]

*Should she shift and fret in her dreams, he is there to soothe her. He stays awake as long as she sleeps, there for her in the only way he knows how.*