[ That Tyki took him there makes her wonder. Didn't he know that she'd see it? Considering that he asked her to take care of the place when he wasn't there?
She moves with firm decisiveness, reaching to pull him in close to her, let him have a good cry against her shoulder or lap or wherever he decides to end up. If he'll let her, of course. She really hopes he will. ]
Shh, it's okay. It's okay. He won't touch you again. Not ever. [ Because he won't have anything left to touch anyone with once she's through with him. ]