He would risk anything but her.

Arwen had braced herself for a push or something even more dangerous. But what enveloped her next wasn't any push or suffering; it was a warm embrace. 

She had never hugged him before, but she could still tell it was him. As his custom cologne wafted through her nostrils, she muttered under her breath, "Aiden!" It came like a sigh of relief. 

"It's fine. I am here." 

She heard him speak reassuringly, and for her, everything paused. The crowd no longer bothered her, nor did she fear them anymore. Suddenly with him, she felt like everything was alright —or at least it would be.

As she was getting lost in the essence of his presence, a malicious comment snapped her back to the real situation; and she remembered the mob still crowding around her.

"Who is this bastard? How dare he come to save her?" 

"Come on, let's teach him a lesson too."