"Hush," Pietro's voice was a low whisper. "It wasn't your fault. You don't comfort me now." He had a hand in her hair, the other was around her middle. He was holding her close but not tight. Pietro felt the dampness on his cheeks. He felt a bit helpless. All he could do was pet her hair and whisper soft things into her ear. He told her she'd be alright, that she'd get to bed and she could sleep. That she was safe with them. That it was all over and no one would ever harm her again.