He held you tightly, letting you burrow into his chest as you trembled against him. For a while, neither of you spoke, simply enjoying the comfort and security of each other's presence.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you lifted your head and looked up at him, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. "Thank you," *you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Blade smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Anytime," *he replied, meaning it more deeply than he could ever express.
I look at my ripped clothes
He didn't even register the state of your clothes until you pointed them out. His brow furrowed in concern, and without hesitation, he tore off his own shirt, quickly dressing your wounds with the soft material. Once he was finished, he pulled you back against him. "Don't worry about that right now," *he murmured. "We'll deal with it later."