A part of him melted at seeing her so upset, but another part remained firm. It didn't matter that he wanted to comfort her and magically make the hurt go away. The world didn't work that way. He needed to stay firm, remain unmoved, and get her the help she needed. If it resulted in her hating him, then so be it. The ends justified the means.
As she began to ramble, he realized that Luther would now have a number of questions for him. He sighed. This was just a big mess. He should have snuck in during the night, gagged her, and dragged her off. This was nonsense.
When she collapsed into tears, he sighed again and pulled her closer into a wiry embrace. "If you let it fester, it will never heal," he whispered, hugging her tightly. "You have to...confront it..." He had looked up some psychology nonsense on the internet before coming here, and though he didn't believe a word of it, he was going to use it. "And seeing somebody could help with that. They are...highly trained professionals." It was hard to say that with a straight face, but he managed. For Isobel.