Yes. I'm safe. [She gives WV a kiss and sinks back into the bed, gently tucking her injured wrist against her body. She feels ill and hopes neither of them can tell.]
[Even if it hurts, it doesn't really matter if AR is angry with her. This was to protect him. Losing her eye meant theirs would be left alone.]
[She just has to keep telling herself that, and everything Jack has said about her won't be true.]
[PM desperately searches for something that can be said, anything, whether in her defense or about the situation or about Jack's pattern shift or anything.]