of monsters in men (and still there is sun)

She can't help the sigh of relief that escapes her lips when she sees him, his shoulders hunched, looking smaller than usual against the pale sky that looms against him. He's always made himself out to be so tall, to be so steady, to be unstoppable. She's always been one of the few to know better. [Hinny. Post-war fic. Oneshot.]