Warren’s eyes broadened ever so significantly when she seized his hand. He didn’t anticipate her to make such a movement towards him and for some mentality he discovered himself feeling special. His lips twisted into a half-witted smile as he pulled her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles before unwinding her hand into his. He could at least act properly after such a sheepish smile. Warren found himself to be thankful that she trusted him enough in such a vulnerable moment to give a hand to him. Her hand was soft and warm yet there was an odd hint of coldness. He couldn’t tell whether she was cold or if that was just how her skin normally was. He shifted his hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. His eyes never removed themselves from her sickly face. She looked like she didn’t feel good and it was only getting worse by the second. She appeared to need rest but he was afraid for her to do so since she complained of trauma just a moment ago. Not only that but he questioned her movements, knowing Noelle wasn’t a ‘touchy’ person. His lips twitched in nervousness but he closed his eyes to regain focus. “No need to discuss something you are uncomfortable with,” He quickly said opening his eyes again, his voice muted due to the time of day.

A minor hum came from his throat that obviously sounded like a worry of groan. Currently sitting on the edge of her bed he felt compelled to move closer to her. Though he was hesitant, still cupping her hand he shifted closer to her, now sitting fully next to her. He didn’t instill in her space but he was relatively closer than before. He might as well hold her in his arms in order to support her but he assumed that to be invasive. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” He scratched his cheek nervously followed by an aggressive gulp. He slowly leaned forward brushing some of her tears away with his knuckle, his other hand still holding hers. Warren gave the most sincere look, finding himself pitying her. He didn’t always act well when people cried but he did his best to comfort her. “So you don’t like the dark,” He gently stated, looking around the room. The room was rather dim other than the subtle moonlight. Was that because of her trauma? It was wrong for him to assume but it was the only way he could better understand her. He knew that wasn’t the only component. “And being alone,” He mumbled mostly to himself. His words weren’t laced with annoyance but more so understanding knowing what it is like to be scared of something. He wasn’t going to shame her for a thing that was believed to only torment children because he found himself the same way at times. It was rare for him to be tormented by surroundings since he was mostly tormented by words more than anything, hence why he has such major anger issues. “Well then I will stay here with you until you feel safe,” His face grew serious before he glanced towards her. He chuckled softly before letting go of her hand in an oddly gentle manner.

“Get some rest. I promise I won’t leave you alone. No one likes to simmer in their feelings,” He murmured, his eyes gazing towards the dim light that draped through the room. It was a beautiful night other than the bitter cold that tapered outside. Luckily they were inside away from such bitter cold that would bite at their nose and hands. Warren nudged his scar with his thumb as he found himself immersed in deep thought. He usually touched his scar when he is nervous or in worrisome thoughts. His hands dropped to the sheets, which he sat upon. Without a word, he pulled the smooth sheets over her, knowing that this room is sure to get cold at night. He abruptly hesitated before turning his gaze towards her. He looked like a saddened puppy who did something wrong. He chuckled nervously before speaking. “Would you like me to stay in bed with you or would you prefer me elsewhere,” He murmured nervously. The way he presented himself seemed to be of a servant. How could he ask such a foolish thing? But he found it to be wrong to be in a lady’s bed unless she asked him to be there.