“Stop acting so tough for a bit. You’re not a soldier here.” I murmur. I’ll always adore the fire she holds, but I also need her to know that sometimes it’s okay to be human, especially when she’s in my hands. “Then what am I here?” She turns her back to me, letting the steady stream wash down her face. “Mine,” I whisper, brushing her hair back until it’s flowing down her spine straighter than the usual waves I’m used to.
