Being in bed with you

As Urag held Eiravyne close, he could feel her tremble against him, each sob reverberating through her small frame like a fragile bird caught in a storm. 

The pain in her heart tore at his own, and he knew he had to help her find solace once more.

With gentle care, he cradled her in his arms, positioning her comfortably against him. 

"Shh, sweet Eiravyne," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm in the darkness. "I'm right here. You're safe with me." 

Each time her breath hitched and another sob escaped her lips, he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, tenderly brushing his lips against her skin.

 He moved slowly, as if worshiping her, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, imprinting warmth and comfort into her trembling form. 

"I'll take all your pain away," he promised softly, kissing the other cheek, feeling the heat of her tears against his skin. "You don't have to carry this weight alone."