[It's heartbreaking to know she's sharing this pain with them, and yet, it's necessary. She couldn't lie to them, not about this. Her mouth feels so very dry.]
[There must be some way to couch this in gentle words. A euphemism, a knowing nod, a sad look. It's going to come out awkwardly again, though, no matter what. She tightens her grip on him, not wanting him to run away or leave, because she doesn't know what she would do if he left.]
I tried to fight him, and he just ignored me and- and- he moved so fast, I couldn't protect you.