"It's okay... I'm here, it's going to be okay." Darren whispered to Eloneth whose shock had graduated into full blown panic.
Darren had lost track of how long had passed and exactly how many times he had repeated those words until they had now become like a mantra.
There was an intense and overwhelming urge in Darren's heart to comfort his mate, however Darren himself was not certain of much and so this was the only assurance he could give.
As long as he was by her side, it would eventually all be okay because Darren would make it so, he just had to.
And somehow, all Darren said, Eloneth believed them... she grasped unto his every word like a life saving strand and her breathing slowly calmed.
Eloneth was held close to Darren, he had pulled her into his arms when he noticed she would hurt herself in her rage at Queen Heveneth.
Though Darren was fully in support of his mate, Queen Heveneth bore the greatest fault for all that had happened.
