[The image of Gwenhwyfar snarling over him, her hands wrapped around his throat, is not one he will soon forget. It was already a confusing, terrifying ordeal, hurtling back into his own consciousness once the monster curled back up. Add to that a half-demon woman tilting toward feral, and the confusion and terror become amplified. In this moment, though, her hand is a source of comfort.

He places his hand over hers, as if making a pact.]

Thank you, Gwenhwyfar. For ensuring that I don't go through this alone.

[Long has he thought that he would tread this path alone, that there were some places nobody, no matter how well-intentioned, could follow him to. But with Gwenhwyfar and Matt helping him, he feels stronger than he has in a long time.]

If there was something I could do for you...

[To help her control the demon blood that takes over her body. This is the part of him that sees a problem and wants to be the one to fix it. He trails off, shaking his head.]

You don't have to suffer alone either, you know.