Vesna murmered sympathetic noises, 'I know, I know' gently and softly next to him. She had done the same when nightmares had plagued his sleep too, dodging his wild flailing and avoiding the punches before calming him into realising it was her arms he was in and not his father's. Now she brought both her hands over his dipped head and pressed her lips into the crown of his head. "You are far from a confused child." she said this with great conviction. "You were a warrior before you held a sword, you fought your own battles and you won." She threaded her fingers into his thick hair and stayed there for a moment.