He couldn’t argue there. It had been awful, and Iestyn wasn’t the one who had found her. “I’m so thankful you acted so quickly,” he said, leaning his elbows on the table and pulling his hands up into his sleeves. “And that you knew what to do. So grateful. You saved her life. I’m just sorry it had to happen at all.” He watched the knife move on the board, the soft chopping sounds kind of soothing.