[It's good that it's her. Very good. That she's meeting them halfway is even better. It doesn't outright calm the monster in his head, the rage he's using to keep himself from losing another sort of control. But it helps. It helps to sense her coming.]
[Even if he's standing hunched over Sam in his arms, shoulders curled in and eyes locked on her. Wary. He knows her. It does not. He knows she'll help, she can fix this. It doesn't want to let go -- the sensation of something huge, angry, pacing slow circles around them.]
[Please is there, too. A shaking, barely-held thread of calm.]
[It doesn't want to kneel at her feet, show her the damage, the source of all the blood. He makes it -- teeth bared, defensive, all but growling at the offense of giving up someone this important.]
(I trust you)
[He makes it quiet enough to tell her that much, at least.]
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[Even if he's standing hunched over Sam in his arms, shoulders curled in and eyes locked on her. Wary. He knows her. It does not. He knows she'll help, she can fix this. It doesn't want to let go -- the sensation of something huge, angry, pacing slow circles around them.]
[Please is there, too. A shaking, barely-held thread of calm.]
[It doesn't want to kneel at her feet, show her the damage, the source of all the blood. He makes it -- teeth bared, defensive, all but growling at the offense of giving up someone this important.]
(I trust you)
[He makes it quiet enough to tell her that much, at least.]