[SE] what else can we do

VARUS

This entire thing has become a shitshow and Varus? Well, he’s never been prepared for the whole flashiness of it. His job had always been stealth, the quiet nights of slipping in undetected and sowing chaos just to slip back into the night. He’s never quite known what to do when it comes to showing the whole hand right at the start.

So he’s been pacing, since he heard what happened, the majority of their strongest players gone which left him there to try and ensure protecting the Grounds. But gods if it wasn’t stressful. They’d already lost so much. So he isn’t surprised when he makes his way back into the bedroom, to find that Isla shaped lump in the middle of the covers, and far less confidence in himself in making her feel better.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t try. The bed sinks from where he sits, nudging himself into the space, a cool metal arm and his regular, fleshy arm loop around her to drag her into his lap, to press her head against his chest as his arms wrap protectively around her. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks quietly, no judgement either way if she did or didn’t.

He’d be fine sitting in silence for however long she needed.

and you ease my troubles with your hands, like the night puts a calm on the valley