Molly shook her head at Arthur, giggling softly. Yes, she was laughing at him, but in a very fond way. With a flutter of butterflies in her stomach, she walked into his his hug and wrapped her arms around his middle. Her head fit comfortably on his shoulder, and she sobered as the memory of why he was here resurfaced. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, taking in his scent, though she didn't realise know that was what she was doing. "You can't blame yourself for the future." She leaned back and looked up at him, though she didn't break their hug. "We couldn't lock them in towers and refuse to let them live or die for what was right." Her lip trembled, and she put her forehead against his shoulder again so he wouldn't see her eyes fill with tears.