That gap was too tempting not to write into it.
You talk in your sleep, you writhe, you scream. Sometimes you open your eyes with a flash, and my heart bounces – he’s awake – but it’s always just another dream.
Seeing you like this gives me pain. Even the great Elven Lord seems at his wits’ end, so how could I possibly help you?
All I can do is sit here. Be with you. Hold your hand.
If I could only have taken your place and be injured instead. But I’m still here, tired, unhurt.
I’m here.