Read The Bridge
 
“Stop…”
 
Xenilla froze. Carefully picking up a fallen red piece with her free hoof, Blade Dancer placed it on the board and lifted Xenilla’s board hoof away from it. She kept her voice quiet and collected.  
“You’re only stressing yourself, Xen. Keep this up and you’ll pop something worse than your room…”
 
Xenilla said nothing, only hanging his head low to look at the board. Blade Dancer looked over at him. Through a mask of frayed bangs and flustered fur, she could see a glimpse of his eye. There was a reflecting glisten building up on its lower point, and the fur below them had a darkened, damp line going down it.
 
“Key Ring told me one of Sombra’s biggest fortes was a hex that made you live your worst fear. He really did something that got under your skin, didn’t he?”
 
Xenilla remained silent, looking away slightly before a tiny nod followed. Blade Dancer sighed, stretching her wing out to curl it around his midsection best she could. The unicorn’s hoof stopped trembling.
 
“Wanna speak your peace? Let it out?”
 
The lack of response after a long while gave her his answer. Blade Dancer sighed, reaching into her saddle bag and drawing out the healing crystal.
 
“Here, courtesy of Key Ring. It will help. I’ll be right outside, okay? You best take it within the hour, or else I’ll have to come back in here.”
 
She placed it in his hoof and got up. Starting back to the window, she only got several steps away before a familiar sensation wrapped around her body. Blade Dancer smiled as the strands of telekinesis lifted her up and carried her back to her protectorate. Gently moved around, she was set on her haunches in reverse of Xenilla, the kaiju pressing his back to her’s. Blade Dancer knew this position all too well from Captain Frost. Back-to-back, leaning on each other slightly, giving the two of you a view from almost all angles. It helped give a sense of security.
 
Xenilla finally spoke, in a hushed version of his usual tone.  
“I believe… the good empress assigned you as my bodyguard.”
 
Blade Dancer’s smile grew slightly, shifting into a teasing smirk one could practically hear in her voice.  
“I thought you said big powerful kaiju like you didn’t need protecting.”  
She expected a retort of any kind. She didn’t expect a nickname.
 
“Thank you, Blades.”
 
Feeling a tad warm in the face, she reached over and put her hoof against his own; sighing contently.  
‘It’ll all be okay Big Guy…’