[The moment holding them both breaks for her, too, and as soon as his hands come up she's moving towards him without thought. It's an instinct so base that there's no questioning it, no denying it.]

Oh my little wild one, I know. It's alright. It's always been alright.

[She's always known. There'd been no need for him to, before. Why put that on him? Wrath had been struggling with enough, hurt by so much already.

There was no way to shield him now, but at least she can assure him that nothing is held against him. All the pain and anger and battle of the old world was left there. More troubling is how upset he is, how thin, how miserable this last month must have been for him.]

Don't trouble yourself. You're home now, and all is just as it should be.

[Her voice is warm but wavering with emotion. The walls Lust keeps between explicit feelings and the rest of the world don't exist when it comes to Wrath.]