Camery frowned as he shook his head. She'd hoped just telling her about it might help. But, clearly it hadn't. He needed someone else to talk to... she wished she could understand, but she just didn't. It was just a sensation. It didn't make people love you, or make you who you are. Malakai would always be Malakai no matter what, and she'd always be his princess. Well, that was if he even wanted that now. It didn't seem like it. She held him tighter, as tight as he could for a moment, hoping to squeeze the sadness out of him. Hoping that if she loved him hard enough, he might just feel better. "What do you want me to say?" She eventually asked, figuring that nothing she thought of then would fix... well, antrhing really.

Camery just held him tight when he clung to her. She wanted him to be safe and comfortable... but that wasn't going to happen right now. She just went still and relaxed against him with a soft breath of air, leaning in to peck the top of his head as she curled up. He'd be better, eventually. For now, he looked exhausted. If he wanted rest, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and stay with him.

Camery sat quietly as he drifted off, her hand running up and down his chest softly. Just desperately trying to keep him calm, make sure he felt safe. She buried her nose back into his hair, and closed her eyes. She only opened them when his mother came in. She shrugged slightly at sat up. "Probably not the best time..." she trailed off, then offered her a small smile and patted the seat at the bedside table. "He just needs to rest. If you're free, I was wanting to talk to you," she whispered, chewing the inside of her lip quietly.