[She lets him break against her shoulder, ignores the way her heart flutters in her chest. She's never had someone lean on her like this, and she's terrified that she'll buckle under the weight. But she strokes his hair, resting her cheek on the top of his head, and holds him while he cries. She can be strong enough for that, she thinks. He deserves to have someone strong enough for this.
Eventually, when his tears slow and the sobs fade, she glances at the cup of tea she made him. Cold, now, but the look and a thought spell make her eyes glow, and then steam is rising from the surface. She reaches out to pull it closer.]
no subject
Eventually, when his tears slow and the sobs fade, she glances at the cup of tea she made him. Cold, now, but the look and a thought spell make her eyes glow, and then steam is rising from the surface. She reaches out to pull it closer.]
Here. Drink.