She watched him pull his hands away and had the slow, dawning realization that she really, really didn’t want him to do that. She wanted to take his hands back into hers. They were comforting, grounding and warm. “Here,” she said, instead, holding out his slightly damn handkerchief. “And thank you...” When it was taken from her, she folded her hands in her lap and let her body slump in a little, on itself. It took a conscious effort to get rid of the rigidity in her spine, but it did feel good to relax and take a breath.
“What ever happened, I doubt she’s going to tell us,” she said with a bit of a smile. And Amber was sure something had happened. Getting into a fight over her brother implied that she at least cared about him. The fight today also proved she felt fear as well. Could you be dangerously insane and still feel free and love or affection? Regardless, like she told Andrew, it was pretty certain Rebecca was not going to seek them out to confide in.