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Slowly, she wrapped her arms around Edward to hold him as close as possible. It felt so good to be with him. To smell him, touch him, feel him. It was obvious that he needed her at this moment, probably more than ever before, and Elsa could never say No. Especially when he was in this state. Her slender legs carried her backwards to the lavish couch and she did not hesitate to sit down. With her, she gently pulled Edward to make him sit next to her.

As they did so, Elsa rested his head on her chest and kissed his forehead, as if this single affection would protect him and beat all the terrible memories in his head. Her hand immediately found his cheek to cradle it gently. There was no need for words. Yet, her quiet voice broke the silence. “Shh,” she whispered softly, “I’ve got you.”

Edward was pliable in her soft hands, allowed to be led towards the couch, made to sit. Coddled, comforted. Had anything ever felt so sweet? It was no lie, she gave him the greatest comfort in such attentions. He shifted with her, his eyes falling shut as he listened to the sound of her breath and her words. Here, he was safe from his own mind, the only thing he had to fear.

“I have never forgotten their faces,” he sighed softly. “Though I learned their names in the papers. Oh, how I longed for them to catch me. I thought… if they buckled me, I might be kept from hurting others.” His voice had trembled before, but now showed that he was relaxing. He was beginning to return to himself again. She was taking care of him, and in this he desperately needed it.

“This is over now,” she told softly, “You are here with me and I will make sure that something like this will never happen to you again.” Elsa gently rested his head on her chest as she stroked his cheek slowly with her thumb. Did she not know best what it felt like to be lost? She did. Slowly, she began to cradle him side to side in her arms, holding him close.

For another moment, she thought again about the tale he had told her. The girls who died, their blood on Edward’s hands, how he suffered from it. She wished that she could have been there with him, only to do what she was doing now – to comfort him. Gently, she pressed a second kiss to his forehead, before she rested her chin on his head, whispering: “You’re safe here.”