The blanket helped and gradually her trembling ceased. Her tears slowed, and her clutching at him was less desperate. Of all things, strangely enough, it was his scent that comforter her most, as more than anything it screamed George to her panicked mind.
"It was worse this time," she said so softly that it was almost drowned out by the sound of blood rushing her ears. "So much worse. I thought the potion was supposed to help. It did help."