This is very sloppy and not at all how I wanted it to turn out, but it's good enough for now.
The blonde hero had been shocked all those years ago when Keira walked into his hut in the village with tears streaking down her face. He can't remember what had happened to upset her so much, just that she had asked him to hold her. And so, very awkwardly and more than just a little confused, he'd held out his arms and she'd collapsed into them.
Sobbing heavily into his shoulder, bundles of his tunic clenched in each small fist, she'd slowly worn herself out. The trembles racking through her body subsided as her emotions calmed, until she was completely still against him.
He had held her for a while afterwards, and realised after some time that she had fallen asleep in his arms. He had smiled gently at the peaceful expression on her face, although it was slightly marred by the dried tear tracks on her cheeks. He'd carefully brushed them away with his thumb and pulled her closer to him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against hers, just being happy about having her with him in this moment, even if it had been created from a moment of sadness.
And although what he had done was not much, it had managed to help her. It seemed all that she required was a friend to hold her, even without words. But sometimes, like now, words were not needed.
I hate how this turned out, but I got to put in the line I wanted to. So there.
Now push the little button down there! You know you want to!
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