Edgar doesn't even try to push himself back up from the ground; he wraps his arms around the wriggling, whining pink dog that Nimona currently is, holding her close, and if she holds still long enough (and long enough is only a moment) he'll bury his face as well as his fingers in her fur.
"It's okay," he mutters hoarsely, "we're okay, bug, I got you, I'm here."
His arms, tight around her, are shaking just a little bit.
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Edgar doesn't even try to push himself back up from the ground; he wraps his arms around the wriggling, whining pink dog that Nimona currently is, holding her close, and if she holds still long enough (and long enough is only a moment) he'll bury his face as well as his fingers in her fur.
"It's okay," he mutters hoarsely, "we're okay, bug, I got you, I'm here."
His arms, tight around her, are shaking just a little bit.