Flowing over sorrow days

Hotaru

I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you

Though she is a woman of slight build, if he needs her to fill this aching void he will find the might of her soul more than enough. She can’t carry his burdens on her shoulders or in her arms, but her heart is more than valiant enough to buoy it from his own for a time. Even if she can’t fix a wound like this with magic, sympathies, or might, she can give him this respite which will someday weave its way into the tapestry of time which will be the only thing to truly mend this pain.

It’s a miracle either of them remains on their feet. The snow falls silent outside his window pane; she watches it with lined eyes and a somber expression, the glint of his golden hair a faint blur in the corner of her vision where she holds him. His voice when it comes is muffled against her, but they’re words he never need say. One of her hands comes to hold tight at the back of his neck, squeezing firmly.

“Always,” she murmurs. He does not call upon her lightly, and she would never ignore it for that very reason. Still motionless aside from the painful grip with which they hold one another, the Valkyrie inhales slowly and blinks the sting of his grief from her own eyes. She can’t let herself fall too deep into the familiar echoes of his loss or she’ll never be able to lead him out of it. “Have you eaten?” This she can do, and he will come to realize its importance in time, once he has reason to care for himself and his body again. Until then she will see it done while she is here, for both Noah and his children. Tend to their bodies while they are consumed with tending to their hurting souls.

I used to sing about being free
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me