As Urag held her close, he could feel her trembling slightly, her breath uneven.
He knew words alone wouldn't be enough. Gently, he loosened his hold just enough to turn her to face him, his hands sliding down to rest at her sides.
He looked into her eyes, his gaze softer than she'd ever seen it, full of a quiet intensity.
Without saying anything more, he lifted a hand to her face, brushing a strand of hair back and tucking it gently behind her ear.
Urag drew her close, resting his forehead against hers with warmth. His voice dropped to a tender murmur, filled with a care so deep it was almost reverent.
"Eiravyne, my sweet," he whispered, his hands brushing over her shoulders as if anchoring her in the moment. "Just breathe with me. ."
His thumb traced a slow, soothing line along her cheek.
