Turning my attention back to Pen, I rest my hand on her arm as one by one the guys sit down on the floor around her. Xeno places his hand on her hip whilst Dax reaches for her leg, his large hand squeezing gently. York strokes her hair, his fingers sliding over the silky strands. We all need to touch her. We need to connect, need to show her that we’re here, that we always will be. She lies still, her eyes pressed shut, her face covered in tears as we comfort her with gentle touches, silent but for the music playing.
