[There was no hesitation, her need for comfort overruling any foolish sense of pride as she crawled onto the bed and settled in his arms, tears still streaming down her cheeks. It was safe to cry here, safe to be weak while he held her.
There were those that believed in true names, and that they granted power. The name she had given him didn't grant any special powers, it was merely a symbol of what he was to her, someone precious. But he only one she had left, and his lack of reassurance that he wouldn't leave was not lost on her. She knew it wasn't something he could promise, and so all she could do was focus on the here and now. Ill as he was, the fact that Anton could still care for others so strongly was simply one more thing she admired him for, loved him for. If only she could be as strong as he was.]
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There were those that believed in true names, and that they granted power. The name she had given him didn't grant any special powers, it was merely a symbol of what he was to her, someone precious. But he only one she had left, and his lack of reassurance that he wouldn't leave was not lost on her. She knew it wasn't something he could promise, and so all she could do was focus on the here and now. Ill as he was, the fact that Anton could still care for others so strongly was simply one more thing she admired him for, loved him for. If only she could be as strong as he was.]