Warren held his breath as she confessed to him, a thousand more thoughts piling on at once. She moved towards him and set her head on his shoulder and he responded, frowning at the cracked pauldron that met her there. His armor was shot, insufficient to survive the freeze of Coerthas and what he'd been through there.
"It'll be alright." He kept his voice low and steady, trying to offer what comfort he could. He wished he could at least get the harness off, but his hands were no longer useful for much anything.
"I promise."
"It'll be alright." He kept his voice low and steady, trying to offer what comfort he could. He wished he could at least get the harness off, but his hands were no longer useful for much anything.
"I promise."