[Edmund's expression softens and he steps closer, wrapping his brother in a hug. Even if it is a little awkward. The height difference means he's hugging Peter's head more than anything.]

I did not claim you do not have doubts. Merely that you know the end goals are far more important than the lies your mind whispers in the dark of the night.

[He sighs, loosens his hold, but doesn't move away, instead reaching over Peter's shoulder to start unraveling the braid he's half lost by now, combing delicate fingers through blond curls.]

Pushing that hard may not be the answer for everyone, you know. It might also earn you a broken jaw. But you cannot force someone to feel something they do not. That, Brother, is a fool's worry and, what's more, it suggests you do not trust him to know his own heart.