He was enjoying the feeling of being protected too much to be aware of what was going on around him, until her tears started to fall. He blinked in confusion as the first few landed, before looking up, and mewling softly in unhappiness, before licking the current set of tears away. He nuzzled her neck, purring softly, insisting he was alright, he would be fine. It was a white lie, as he didn't know if he would find balance or continue to spiral downward, but he put on a brave face, as he had for so long, and resumed being in control. Not because he wanted to, but because there was Need. He giggled softly at that thought, of there being Need, for that was eventually going to become one of his truths, as it seemed to have for every other god.