For a moment Fleur stared at him as he knelt down before her, as he words sank in. "I am okay, I think," and physically she was okay, it had been more of a shock mentally. At Bill's question she shook her head. "It came off the stuff in the box." She found her eyes wondering back to the box as she wrinkled her features as the memories came crashing back to her in pieces.
"You do not think they would 'urt her do you? It is a bad joke, right?" Fleur asked him hoping he would tell her she was overreacting, despite how it looked. "She is still little..." Fleur tried to tell herself the people they were dealing with had more morals than to hurt a child, but she knew better than that. Fleur released the doll in her hands and reached for Bill instead, just by being there he alleviated the panic she had felt. "I will never forgive myself if they did something to my sister," she admitted to him softly with a sniffle, fighting back the tears.
"Do not leave me," Fleur told him as she smothered him with a tight embrace, holding onto him tightly once she was safe in his arms. He hadn't left her so to say before, but it hadn't made it an easier being away from him. Fleur didn't even argue with him that it wasn't safe there; if they had wanted to harm her they could have. They had been in her room and she hadn't even noticed. It made her wonder how many other times she hadn't been alone when she thought she was. It was enough to make her want to leave. "Just take me 'ome." In her mind there was no where safer for her to be.