Yoa didn't wait. He instantly slid into bed and tugged Nova into his arms under the covers like she was meant to always be in them. "Don't cry, little one." His low, rumbling voice was soothing and chipping at a small part of her chest, like a clink in armour. "You're not alone. I'm here."
Those words made it impossible to close the dam of tears that were brimming at the surface of her eyes. Sniffling, Nova cuddled him tighter, her head resting comfortably on Yoa's chest. Squeezing her eyes tighter and hiding her face a little into his skin, she muttered, "I must seem so pathetic to you."
Tears escaped her clenched-shut eyes, sliding down her cheeks and onto his chest. Why was she so pathetic?! Is it because there was no more drama of running for her life, and now that things had settled, everything was catching up to her?
