She was having another rough night. When the pressure and responsibility was too much and she would show up at his bunk in the middle of the night.
Her arms gripped tightly onto York's cotton shirt, soaked with her salty tears. He never seemed to noticed anymore. Her body was shaking with deep sobs muffled by his presence. York rubbed her back soothingly, whispering comforting words into her ear like so many nights before.
Eventually she calmed down and fell against on his chest, curled up in a ball.
Never had she seemed so vulnerable, broken. But no matter how broken she was, he would always be there to fix her.
Always