She winds her way over to him and drapes herself over his back, his fear and her fear still entangled in her mind. “What happened?” she repeats, hands closing over his. “Everything was fine, and then it /wasn’t/.” She buries her cold nose in the nape of his neck, shoving aside haphazard curls.“I—” He comes to an abrupt halt as he tries to figure out what…actually happened. A haunting? Psychic assault? Magical assault? “…don’t know,” he finally finishes. Some of his tension has started bleeding away, but he’s still hunched over, shoulders still rigid. “It was like there was someone in here. He touched me.”
She bites her lip, holding in the temptation to ask, “Where did the bad shadow touch you?” Instead she relaxes her weight onto him even more, breathing deeply. “Shhh,” she soothes, “You’re safe. There’s nobody here but us, I promise. Whatever it was, it’s gone.” She wants to cheat, but that’s only going to make him annoyed instead of terrified. “Come back upstairs with me and try not to think about it?”