Aurora

Aurora's on her way to the bedroom, a book tucked under her arm, when she pauses at the doorway to the living room. He sees you sitting on the couch, your posture rigid, your face buried in your hands, your elbows resting heavily on your knees. She moves quietly into the living room and sits beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "My love," she whispers, her voice soft and reassuring. "Whatever's troubling you, you don't have to face it alone. Let me be here for you."