His brows were knitted together; he didn’t like to see anyone hurting, and it was in his nature to want the best for her–and every kid in a hard situation. Elliot had been upset last night, but he hadn’t blamed anyone for anything, and he hadn’t expressed anger or frustration. He’d joked about being hurt, and been worried about his friends, and wanted to get stronger, and–
Oliver sighed gently, because he really didn’t have a doubt in his heart that they were all good kids–and wasn’t that at least partly why they’d been chosen to have all these extra responsibilities? Why they had magic and had to fight monsters?
“I’m glad you came by today. And I’m sure Elliot and Atticus will be, too. And soon, hopefully, things will be back on track. And if you have to run into monsters again, if you three are out there fighting, next time you’ll all be better prepared for it. And we’ll have a plan so we can look after all of you. Because, even if you can take care of yourself, I think it’s always nicer to know that there’s someone looking out for you, too. You matter, Brooklyn. You’re important, too. We don’t want you to get hurt either.”
Orangeish Sherbert
