[Her hands feel so small compared to his, but she holds on just as strong, just as tight, just as warm. She didn’t even want to imagine how awful this experience would be for him if she wasn’t here... it had been awful for her to manage it alone, but for him...]

It can be scary, and confusing, and really strange, but... It’s also wonderful, and mostly safe, and full of good things, too. Don’t worry, Gonta.

[She can say it confidently, tucking her legs up under her belly and letting herself lean against his sturdier flank, resting her head on his shoulder.]

I’m here.

[And now neither of them have to be alone.]