Your breath came in short puffs, snotty snivels and all. Crying was always so.. Messy. Arthur lie beside you, tender as can be and cradling you against the sinew of his body and the fabric base of his cot -- the one you had tearfully crept into.

"I'm here.." Arthur uttered, holding you close.

He had never been too good at comforting folk with his words. His callused hand was gentle on your scalp, smoothing your ruffled hair, and he was keen to soothe your nerves.