He heard that crack in her voice and it made Arthur's chest tighten. Hatred and pain both flooded through him and he wished he could fix this instantly. Yet he knew with time and patience and ingenuity, he could fix it. He just never knew if he could give her back her security.

"Don't be sorry. Shhh. You did nothing to be sorry about. We're okay," he whispered, wiggling his fingers and feeling them brush hers.

"You're strong. I'm so proud of you," he whispered, tones fierce. "I... I'm not sure yet. Just a blank room with a mattress and a grate. On your side? Anything?"