Fitz/the Fool

“All that night I cradled him in my arms, as closely as if he were my child or my lover. As closely as he were myself, wounded and alone. I held him while he wept, and I held him after his weeping was done. I let him take whatever comfort he could in the warmth and strength of my body. I have never felt less of a man that I did so.“

--Fool's fate, Robin Hobb