He hadn't cried in front of any of his captors since that first day. By himself, alone, yes-- but not for a while even so. He'd been too tired and numb. He wasn't sure this was actually better.

Waver cried for some time, folding into Devyn's embrace, shoulders shaking with his muffled sobs. He couldn't stop. He couldn't pull away. He just leaned, crying until he was too exhausted to keep going, and then he only stared, cheek against Devyn's unfamiliar shoulder.

He didn't answer but she was right. Nothing was okay.