Zora hadn't mean for him to run onto her sword. She'd just wanted to disarm him to make him stop. She stared in wide eyed shock as her father fell to one side. The bloodysword was still gripped tight in Zora's hands. Zora had just killed her own father, she'd taken a life. She was a murderer, a monster, just like him. She knew she was screaming, could feel the tears running down her face. 

  "Shhh, it's alright." Zora felt gentle hands prying her shaking hands off the handle of the sword. 

 She kept holding onto it, unable to let go.

"It's alright now Princess, your safe now. Let go." Kiba pulled her fingers away from the sword hilt, tossing the bloodstained metal away. 

  "Kiba..." Zora turned to face him, sure that he would hate for what she'd just done. She'd killed someone, she was a murderer. 

 Kiba was soaked in his own blood, but his eyes were full of concern for Zora. Why? She didn't deserve it, she'd killed her father.

   Zora's hands were shaking, her whole body was trembling. Kiba reached out and gently grabbed Zora's small hands, holding them still in his rough ones. "It's alright now Princess."

  Taking a shaky breath, Zora tried to speak, but it came out as a sob. She fell forward, toward Kiba, he caught her, letting go of her hands and wrapping his arms around her. One of his hands ran soothingly through her hair, his other arm holding her tight against him while she sobbed convulsively. 

"It's alright Princess. I've got you. It's okay." He whispered over and over again. "It's going to be alright."