As she holds him tighter, her heart thuds in her chest, painfully. Anger? she wonders - at the way he's clearly been treated by those he cherishes, no doubt. But it's a more of an ache than the hot flush she gets when she's truly angry. Worry, then?

No matter. He's trembling, and she - she -

She cares deeply about him; that's not in question. Whether it's - she's still trying to understand - she shan't commit to any other descriptors until she's absolutely certain that she's understanding her feelings correctly. "I'm here," she says instead, quietly, and then repeats, "I've got you."