Fabian on the other hand, could not help but watch Hestia. How she looked at her daughter (not his, not really), how terrified she was, how broken the girl was. He was confused, he wanted to run, he wanted to hit something. He wanted to do anything to get this all off his mind.
And to think he once thought he could go into politics. He held back a scoff at this idea, and pulled off his jacket - once more and draped it across her shoulders.
The chair was pulled up next to hers -the arm rests bumping against one another, and he sat with a grunt. He was still old after all, and this did not help the idea of youth or vitality.
"Just until you fall asleep." He informed her, "If only for half an hour."