Madison stood and turned away from Arc, planning to walk back out into the kitchen to try and clean off the blood from his clothes before it dried completely and set in the fabric. However, her plans to make herself somewhat useful were cut short when she felt Arc grip her pants tightly, almost too tightly. She cocked an eyebrow, turning back to him, though her expression quickly softened when she saw the glaze in his eyes. He look scared, terrified, even, and it made her heart drop. His grip on her pants had his knuckles white, as if she would disappear if he were to let go. She dropped the rag she had in her hand, letting him easily pull her back to him, kneeling in front of him as she had done earlier.<br/><br/>She was about to ask him what was the matter, though she widened her eyes in shock when he dropped his head into the crook of her neck. She could feel his pain and when he spoke, finally, she immediately wrapped her ars tightly around him. She could feel his sadness, his anger, frustration... all of it. She could feel all of it and she so desperately wanted to take it all away, to make everything so much better for him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, one hand trailing his back gently, the other through his hair. She wanted to be as comforting as she could be, she wasn't sure if there was anything she could do or say to make him feel better than he did now.<br/><br/>She just let him crumple into her embrace, sighing softy and rocking slightly. She whispered softly in his ear, hardly loud enough to be considered words. "I know, shhh, it's okay." She spoke to him quietly in his ear, her hands still running across his back in comfort, or what she hoped was comfort. "I'm still here, you still got me, it's okay, you don't need to bottle everything up, it's only me." She didn't think that any amount of words would make him feel the slightest bit better, and she hadn't ever been so good with words herself anyways, but she may as well try. She didn't know really what to do, she she just stayed on her knees, holding him tightly to her. She could feel the small shake in his frame, hoping that her embrace could calm him. He would need time, and lots of patience. Both of which she had a plethora of. He was the light, the only light she had known in what remained of this awful world. He had grown dim, and she was determined to rekindle the fire that ignited in his heart. No matter what she needed to give up along the way.