The silence had been okay. Shatterstar, at first, had thought that Alison was like him in that way-- that perhaps she didn’t know what to talk about when one said that talking helped. But after some time had passed of them laying in silence, he heard her start to speak. He didn’t realize that his eyes had fallen shut until he had to open them at the sound of her voice-- starting quietly, then growing with something as her words went on.
“If they had taken you, I would have found you still,” he told her, not quite knowing what reassuring another was. Shatterstar knew only to speak the truth. “But they did not find you or take you or anything else that could have prevented us from bringing you back here.”
Comforting words wasn’t something he had learned yet, though. He went quiet-- which wasn’t too off, after all, his words had been quiet, too. Gently, he touched at her hair again; he slowly moved into a less painful position at her side. Then, because he didn’t know any better, he asked, “Is it normal to concern oneself with the possibilities of situations? What happened... happened, yes?”