Vulnerable

Klisto offered up a small smile at Nesryn before greeting the couple and making his way over. Greetings were exchanged before he took a seat on the chair next to them, "I heard from Azriel what happened and came home. How are you feeling?" He reached out for her hand, placing her small ones in his, completely enveloping it with warmth. The subtle rubbing of his thumb across the back of her hand sent a feeling of comfort throughout her entire body.

"Scared. I am scared." Klisto's hand on her tightened upon hearing the tremble and fear in her voice. It was heartbreaking, he had always seen Nesryn as a strong woman of character, passionate and knew what she wanted in life but the Nesryn sitting across from him at this moment was a frightened child, wanting to be comforted and protected. A child that made him realize that Nesryn—compared to him—was still young and shouldn't have suffered what she had gone through.