"I don't know, but I do know we're staying here until he at least isn't going to go over the cliff," she said, heading to make him some tea. "Or we could take him to my house. Maybe somewhere more neutral for him would be good, though I don't know where he would stay."
She moved over to him and brushed his hair back off his forehead. "He looks really pale. God dammit. George, I think we need to lift him up again and look at his back."
When Padraig did something he was ashamed of, he tended to self-flagellate. Darerca hated it. And he was clearly ashamed about what he had done without a soul and with good reason.