As he drew her in with the hand upon her face, the other sweeping past her shoulders both closed the door and wrapped around her tiny form, folding the small woman into his chest. His touch couldn’t be more welcoming, soft and calming as he held her, while the fingers holding her jaw slid back along to cradle the back of her head, he curled forward a little to press the softest of kisses along her crown.
He murmured to her sweetly, soft words of the tongue of her time spoken in barely a whisper to the velvet of her scalp, to comfort and still, to chase away her pain and fear. She was safe now, she was always safe with God’s light smiling upon her, all she had to do was believe and have faith. And until she could do it on her own, he would be there to