Mungo's should have been there already. That was his thought as he landed beside Anyca on his knees, concern etched on his face as she finally looked at him. The fear in her eyes didn't, at first, register. Relief, instead, swept through him that she was alive. Images of his mum, wrists slashed and the water red, were vying for his attention as his gaze swept over the marks on her arm; he shoved the memory away hard.

"Any, love," he breathed, wanting to draw her trembling form against him. Hold her. Comfort her. He didn't dare. Not when it was clear she was in pain. But, it was her next words that had him confused.

Stop what?

Gently his fingers brushed again along her cheek; he could see the effort it took for her to pull away from that. "Any," he said, his voice choked, "it's over. Wh-whatever...who-whoever, you're safe," he assured her. Tried to assure her, but terror had started to grow in his gut, the seed of it planted by the look he couldn't understand in Anyca's eyes. Tension held his body frozen, the sudden loud pop of someone arriving breaking that as tears filled his eyes. "Help her!" he choked out, moving again towards her; wanting - needing - to help her see that whatever fear she felt didn't need to be there.

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