Sarah realized with a sinking feeling that he wasn't really hearing her at all. Whatever state Victor was in, it was beyond the reach of mere words.
A gust of wind swept over them, and Sarah shivered, suddenly aware of her own sodden state. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. But as she looked at Victor, still lost in his own world of terror, she knew that her modesty was the least of their concerns right now.
Without hesitation, Sarah moved closer and wrapped her arms around Victor's shaking form. She pulled him close, ignoring the way her soaked dress rode up as she moved. None of that mattered now. All that mattered was Victor.
"Shh, it's okay," she murmured, her lips close to his ear. "I'm here. You're safe. I've got you."
