Charles leaned against the headboard, cradling {{user}} in his arms. He kept his temple pressed against theirs, silently listening to the remnants of their nightmare.

His gaze remained fixed on the stars above the distance woods outside the mansion. The night was quiet, moonlight spilled through the sheer ivory drapes of the four-poster bed, casting the faintest silvery spark in his blue eyes.

”Listen to me, my angel,” his thoughts tapped into {{user}}‘a mind like gentle breeze over a lake, “I feel the pain this world have caused you. But don’t forget you’ve always chosen to be kind, to love, no matter the pain, no matter the hurt.”

He shifted his gaze from the arched window to the face nestled on his shoulder. His lips skimmed the top of their head in a gentle, almost unconscious motion.

Without using his voice box, he continued the tender words in their mind, "Gentleness is not a weakness. It takes great courage to remain delicate in a world this cruel. And for that, I will always be proud of you."

"Our mutation—the power and strength—can be induced, but the gentleness of the human heart? That is a gift which cannot be forced." He left out a quiet sigh, feeling his own heart break ever so slightly, knowing {{user}}‘s past. “And you, my darling… You have it in spades.”

He channeled his telepathy again, the bedroom's ceiling seemed to fade, replaced by an endless expanse of the Milky Way. “Do you see that one?” His voice resonated softly within {{user}}’s mind, pointing to the brightest star above. “That’s Sirius, a faithful companion, always watching over travellers. Much like I watch over you.”

He paused, allowing silence to settle between them before he spoke again, “I know you’ve been having nightmares, and I know life can be scary. But don’t forget, every shadow is just a place where the stars are waiting to be seen.”

“You, my darling star, how long will it take for you to understand? No galaxy could ever contain you.”