"I couldn't answer your question," Emeric lay a gentle hand over her head before bringing her closer to his arm.
Arabella did not protest the gesture and let it happen. What an odd feeling it was to be in his proximity.
They had never met in life before but somehow his sole presence there brought her such comfort, such warmth…
Then again, it could have been because he shared so many aspects of his personality with Edgar who had always been kind to her.
His smile, his tone and even his choice of words… Or perhaps it was as simple as desperation. A yearning for the smallest shreds of mercy.
"You witnessed all of it, didn't you?" she whispered, head resting upon his arm, "What they did to me," her voice cracked at some parts.
Emeric didn't answer, but that on its own was enough of a reply. Soon, the muffled, meek melody of her sniffles filled the pleasant void around them.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to face anyone ever again," she cried, "Especially not him,"
