Despite the flailing around him, Adelheid was very much fine; perhaps moreso than his friends were. His breathing was finally deep and regular, more peaceful than anything else, his body completely relaxed dead weight. Even his face was more peaceful now, not as lined with pain and exhaustion.

And after a long moment, a strong arm unconsciously wrapped around the still-pushing Edward, securing the smallest of the trio right where he was. "Rose," Adelheid unconsciously murmured, the word barely audible but tinged with relief. In his mind, he saw himself back home, back with his dear sister, back where everything made sense and he was master of his own destiny.

In the morning, perhaps, he would be horrified to learn what he had done. But for the moment, he was content right there.