            "Perhaps this is what happens when we play so nicely with Fate. We’ve stopped fighting it. Stopped fighting the prophecy. Now we just...wait." Lucius took her hand, folding her fingers closed within his. His thumb stroked the back, coaxing out a small sigh. "But if it helps, you should know that if I wasn’t so practiced at tempering my anxiety, I too would be crying or running or whatever else you think we ought to be doing in this moment."