you broke me and left these pieces

Thalassa

She should be more embarrassed, and in the morning she might feel more horrified of her resemblance to an invalid, but Thal only recognizes that Asta is here, that she doesn't need to put up her defenses or put on some fake performance of strength, because she's tired and there's no strength to be found anywhere in her right now and Asta is safe - safe enough for her to melt again into his presence. 

Her hand releases the glass, letting him pull her against him again, the rough scars and smell of leather more noticeable than any warmth or disheveled clothing. Through the faint haze of thoughts that are smothered in heavy eyelids and heavier breaths, there's a brush of familiarity to something she can't recall, a safety and security that she hasn't been able to grasp as an Ancient. It might have saddened her if she wasn't feeling the blankets of the bed wrapping gently in a cocoon around her curled form, her blue eyes fluttering open in a fleeting moment when it shifts under Asta's weight and her knees rock to press against his hip. 

A tight breath releases in a deep sigh, releasing some of the stubborn fear that still claws at her chest. "Thank you, Asta." The words are like fresh pearls on her lips, having been formed under the pressure of recent days and the debris that has rubbed raw against her conscience, only to be revealed to someone cherished and worthy. His fingers running along her scalp and the combination of reassuring smiles and words make the words come easy, like they'd never been meant for anyone else, like no one else might ever deserve them. She sinks a little deeper, feeling the tendrils of sleep already trying to claim her.

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss