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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.