Aeonian
From Ancient Greek αἰώνιος [aeonios] (lasting an aeon; eternal, everlasting)
Roland tried to stop the flow of tears, his chest convulsing painfully with every sob, not letting him breathe properly. His covers were wet with tears and snot, but he didn't care, because the pain was too much and he couldn't hold it in. Little John had stepped outside for a moment and that's when it started, that's when Roland realized that he was all alone.
During a long shattering inhale, he heard it. Dry branches breaking, the sound of dirt shuffling on the forest ground. And sobs that didn't come from him.
Roland peeked outside the tent, the wet covers forgotten and drawn aside despite the cold of the night.
Her head snapped up, her eyes immediately locking to his.
"Roland," Regina said in a sigh, crouching on the ground in front of Little John's tent.
Roland jumped into her arms, his own arms wrapping around her neck while she hugged him tightly. The wetness of his face was rubbing off on her neck, but she didn't seem to care.
"Regina, don't cry," Roland said, a broken sob escaping before he could stop it.
"Okay," Regina said and drew back to look at him. She gave him a small smile. Even though the tears kept running on her face, the way she looked at him made Roland feel that familiar warmth, the kind of warmth he always felt with his papa.
"Roland, I want you to remember one thing," Regina said, and Roland nodded before she continued. "Your daddy loved you very much and that love will never die. He'll be here forever," she finished with her palm gently touching the place where Roland's heart beat.
"And here?" Roland asked while bringing his hand to rest on her chest.
It was Regina's turn to nod.
"Always."