His calloused, rough hands trace butterfly bruises, eyes narrowing as the body beneath his fingers shutters.

"It's okay," he whispers, voice low as his ice blue eyes travel over the black and blue palette, calculating, anger hidden behind softened words. "It's okay… I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

"I believe you," are the hushed words forced out of a raw throat, a forced laugh leaving chapped lips. "You've always been my hero, haven't you?"