He had his arms wrapped around her and he too was looking down at her as she spoke. It was rare to see her like this, to see her looking a lot more... vulnerable, and less sarcastic. She usually had such a strong front, and never would it break- not once had he seen her truly break down. Even when she was being torn apart by those pincers, she still managed to hold it together and tell her brother what needed to be heard.

"What would I do...?" what a silly question, it really was so obious0 at leas he thought so. "Declare war on the witches and hope they end my life. As furniture, I can't exactly commit suicide, so I'd have to go out of my way to be killed. I can't live without you now that you've... been in my life for so long lady. I've been watching over you since you were a kid."

He paused, and then smiled at her, he hadn't smiled at her for a while but he was able to bring it back, "I love you."