The guilt and sadness coming from Kit managed to head off the horror of his next words: that confession that he'd killed before, that it was 'in his nature'. She didn't know what that meant, and wasn't sure she needed to in that moment.
She had never been so close to someone else who wasn't related to her, never had someone brush her hair away from her face like that. Had it been any other moment she would have thought it a romantic gesture, a prelude to a kiss, but it wasn't like that.
She lifted her own hand and put it against his cheek softly. "I forgive you," she told him quietly. She would let him take those words for whatever he needed the for. For this killing, for the killings of the past, for her being the one to find the body. "It's going to be okay. Somehow."