"But do you blame him, not knowing if you could protect him when you found out he was exactly what your father loathed?"
She watched as he seemed to calm down slightly. Not enough that his body language loosened, he still held himself tight, keeping up that barrier. Sighing, she reached forward, gently placing a hand on his arm.
"Arthur." She spoke softly, hoping that if she stayed gentle and calm perhaps she could make him calm slightly as well.