Without letting go of Oliver’s hand, Alicia got up from her chair, and moved around the table, to sit down next to him. She had seen the tears in his eyes, and couldn’t stand not being able to comfort him. Gently she urged him to turn around to face her, and pulling him into a tight hug, she nuzzled her nose against his hair. Breathing in deeply, she found her own comfort in his familiar scent, making her believe that she could actually do this.
Fiona Wood had always been somebody who had inspired awe in Alicia, and several times she had found herself wanting to be able to be as strong as she was. Right now, though, she needed to be strong for Oliver, and have faith that the Healers would be able to help Fiona through this. At least, if she could help Oliver, that would be one less worry for Mrs. Wood.
Pressing a soft kiss to his eyebrow, she leaned back to look at him.
“We’ll go get Angus when you’re ready, Oliver.” Her voice was soft, but calm. “And I will be here for as long as you need me, alright?”