He walked with her to the bedroom, pausing as she did. As she stared at the closet where the body had been, whimpering like a child, he stepped before her and cupped her face in his hands. "Isobel," he said firmly. "Don't think of it. Just go to bed." Releasing her cheeks, he rested a hand on her shoulder. He was firm as he guided her to the bed, attempting to peel her away from any reaction to the death that had occurred in her very own bedroom.