He couln't lose her, not to that of all things. He'd seen it with Kol and with Rebekah, he'd even done it to Stefan that one time, though he really still did maintain he was much more interesting that way. Even if it had lead to the theft of his family and reappearance of his dammed mother. Though Caroline had looked stunning at the ball they'd thrown.
"You pick one thing, you focus on it, you work through it. You pick another thing. We can get through this, I'll be there every step of the way as will my siblings. They like you more than me anyway." he added with a grin. Nothing would take her away from him now either with the wish he'd made, it made sure that she was strong and she was safe. Untouchable. He knew that day had traumatised her though, of course it had. "To be far love, but for a quickly closed coffin I don't know if I'd have gotten out of that alive. Dessicating, its a godawful feeling, one I never want to feel again, so we're both very aware that we never want to be there again. You won't leave me again, I won't allow it. I told you I'd show you the world. I told you that you and me would have everything we need to."
She wanted to go home and he couldn't blame her, he sat for a little while, stroking her hair and hoping she'd let some of it out. Hoping she'd calm down as he knew she would hate for Anastasia to see her like this.
"The witch is discreet, I do love witches mercenary enough to keep their mouths shut. I've a word to say that she'll hear, bring her here. You just say the word and we'll get her back here, and we'll go home."