[ Pretending to be something you weren't was an incredibly exhausting and so Angela had no doubt that Eddie was fighting a very hard battle.

At the mention of death Angela swallows roughly. She doesn't want to even think about him dying. Death is a huge area of struggle for her and with a life littered with loss. She worked hard to conquer those deaths and she knows that in that moment that Eddie dies, she won't be there to wave her staff and reverse it.

As soon his head falls to her chest and arm goes around him to hold him there. She's sure that he can hear the steady beat of her heart and wonders if it's as soothing to him as it is to her when she is close to someone. Her fingers move to stroke through his hair in another effort to soothe. Just the fact he would rather stay in a place that is so filled with terror is telling of his situation back home. ]

Who knows what will happen next. Maybe our lives are being altered as we sit here talking. Coming here certainly was not forecasted. Maybe we can do something to fix your future here.

[ She had hope. Angela always held on to hope.]