He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close and looking at her with lips parted, surprised; he didn't seem to understand the reason of her crying until she inquired him about his moodswings - a subject he didn't talked about with anyone. Rolf sighed and tried to think of a line of conversation that allowed him to evade the matter of his instability; hushing, he started to talk to her<em>"Dear, you don't have to worry... All this horror will end soon enough, and we'll be able to live peacefully..."</em>He raised a hand to rake her hair with his fingers, then planted a caste kiss on her forehead.<em>"Don't worry, all is well now. Let's come inside and have a glass of water, ok?"</em><br/><br/>The man led the young woman inside the house again, gently placing her on an armchair; he went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, then took it to her, placing the object on her shaky hands.<em> "How are you feeling? Do you want me to do something for you? Maybe we should go lunch in a restaurant today".</em>