"Thank you."

He leans against her, needing the support. Frerin's so tired, his steps heavy and his head hanging. A soft groan escapes him as he finally lies down, eyes closing almost immediately.

His arms go gently around her, even his injured one, and he strokes through her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Oh Dis," he murmurs softly. "My little baby bird. You've done so much for me. Don't be sorry."