Thirty-seventh Prompt: Strenght

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Lucy's strength was her fierce believe and her imagination.
Susan's strength was her want to protect her siblings and her intelligence.
Peter's strength was his sibling's safety too, but he would have fought for it.

And Edmund stood on the balcony of his room and thought about what his strenght was.

What was his strength?
Was it his sword?
Was it something about his character?

Edmund didn't know.

"Eddy?", Peter asked. Edmund turned around.
"Don't you want to come inside? It's freezing!"

Edmund shrugged, but didn't move.

Peter sighed and came outside to stand next to him. He took one of Edmund's hands in his own and sent Edmund a deadly glare.

"These are ice cold!", he snapped. Edmund twitched.

Peter pulled him inside, closed the door and ran to the chimney to lit a fire, while Edmund stood there, where Peter had left him.

Now that Peter had pointed it out, Edmund noticed that it was, indeed, freezing.

Peter lit the fire.
"Come on, you idiot", Peter said jokingly, sat down onto Edmund's bed and Edmund sat down next to him.

Peter pulled him close and rubbed his back.
Edmund sighed.

"Peter?", he murmured.

"What's up, Eddy?"

"What- what do you think is my strength?"

Peter said nothing for a time, that seemed like hours to Edmund.

"Your strength is that you can recover."

"How do you mean that?", Edmund whispered.

"I mean, that no matter what happens to you, one day you always get over it. Remember when these idiots beat you up?"
Edmund nodded.

"You got over it, didn't you? And look at yourself now, you are on your way to recover from the witch. And that's something I don't think I could ever do. That's why it's your own strength, that makes you unique. But please remember that I'm always here to help you, yeah?"

Edmund chuckled.
"Because that's your strength", he whispered.

"What?", Peter asked.

"Oh, nothing."