Sighing softly, Elisabeth realized that she still wasn’t reaching him. Why did she have such trouble helping those she cared about? It never worked the way she needed it to. The young woman wanted magic words that would take his pain away. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away before he had the chance to see them. He didn’t need her tears anymore. 

In the past, he had always given her his eyes. That was the way she knew he was listening to her…but he refused now. His hand found hers though and before she knew it, his arms were around her, holding her tightly as if she would vanish again. Elisabeth closed her eyes and just allowed him to take whatever he needed, gently setting her hands against his hips, speaking softly. [b]“I’m here, Ezner. I’m not going anywhere. I promise I’m here.”[/b]

When he released her, he still wouldn’t look at her but at least he was speaking, and his pace had slowed. They were going to his room apparently. Squeezing his hand back, she followed him through the massive house. Nothing really made an impression on her besides the sheer size of the house and how lonely he must be without. Reaching her other hand over, she clasped his between both of hers, squeezing hard. [b]“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you.”[/b]

As soon as they arrived in his bedroom, she noticed that it seemed to be the only room lived in. The blanket. The fireplace. But he pulled her over to the desk and showed her the paper. Letting her hands slip over the surface, Elisabeth smiled. Taking the paper from his hand gently, she quickly found a writing instrument and set to work. 

While some would have corrected his work, changing the ‘z’ for an ‘s’, she wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it. Not in a million arcs. Folding up the paper, she created a straight line directly below his sentences and wrote her own in a beautiful, flowing script.

[b]“My name is Elisabeth…and Ezner found me.”[/b]