Comfort
Peter is my very best friend, the person I love and trust above all others. He is the only one I ever lets witness me cry. It isn't a common occurrence, but he always knows when I need him to hold her close and just let her rid herself of any miseries.
He will gently rub circles into my back while my tears wash away whatever pain that has been bestowed upon me, usually related to my father's side of the family. Once I have calmed, he tells me how much he loves me and will proceed with one of several tactics to distract me from the hurtful words I endured during the day.
Sometimes he takes me on adventures across the islands, sometimes he calls in the others and tells wonderful, fantastical stories, and sometimes he lays me down on his bed, or mine, or in our cave and shows me just how much he loves me and all of the things he is only willing to do for me.