There's a surge of emotion that's quaking in her veins, thundering in her heart, powering in her mind.
She feels unbalanced, out of control, and yet- he still wants to hold her hand. He still looks at her the same way he's always looked at her- with love in his eyes, he still holds her the same way- understanding and comfort in every touch, and he still talks to her as he always has- with utmost respect.
He still calls her Swan, he still teases her, in the way that divides her between wanting to roll her eyes and wanting to kiss him to shut him up and wipe that smug grin off her face. Her hand still fits perfectly in his, and he still unknowingly squeezes her hand, whenever he feels her mind drifting and pulling him away from her.
Her body feels tired, weak from fighting the internal battle, and she knows it's just the start- it's the beginning of her journey. Of their journey, as he reminds her- he's not going anywhere.
Dark Ones manipulate. Dark Ones don't need sleep. But Dark Ones can still love. For with everything in chaos, that's one thing she is sure of- she loves him.