He sat by her close, his arms reaching out to be a blanket of protection as it always was. He held her softly, with the same tenderness she was first shown. The difference now? There was no range inside him, it was a ghost to him now and he would hold on to it as long as he was able. He had been peaceful very few times in his life, looking for things to upset him because without that wrath who was he?
"And what of you my dearest Briseis? What of your happiness?"