She curves her hands up under his arms, fisting her fingers in his shirt like she can't let go, cheek pressed hard against his chest. Mal breathes in the scent of him, like it could calm her, like it could bring her peace in a way she hasn't found yet. Arthur, her anchor for everything.

"Please," she whispers, turning into him, "Help me find my way out, I feel so lost. I don't know - please my love."