Her plan was to head directly to her bedroom, to stay there for a few hours, compose herself and face the new day. But standing in front of her bedroom, the familiar sight was not a balm to her heart, being alone, what she had wanted more than anything a few seconds ago, sounded suffocating. And, there was somewhere she would rather be. Softly, she closed the bedroom door, hoping not to wake her friends. She didn’t move for a minute, hesitating, fearing she would be disrupting him. She needed him, she needed his strength and comfort. With that thought in mind, she walked down the corridor, hesitation gone. He would never deny her that.
Quietly, she entered into his room, leaving her cloak at a chair by the door, toeing off her travel boots before she slipped into his bed, curling herself around his back, her small hands clutching the fabric of the front of his shirt, her nose buried in his neck. The ache was still filling her body, the absence of her siblings gnawing at her.
But Godric’s scent, his steady breathing, this warm wonderful room, it allows her to breathe easily.
@grydric