He garnered that she was leaving, and it was just as well. The quiet that consumed them was one stark with an accusation. One that she didn't have to voice, he saw the fear emblazoned in her eyes. His eyes wavered possessively to the portrait, aware that no matter what, that at least must stay with him.
"Are you okay?" Trenton stood with her collapse, catching the underside of Anne's arm with a note of surprise that brought muscle into motion.