She curled into him and couldn't help but let a sob escape her. She set her hand on her mouth. "I know. I'm sorry. I love you. Everything's just all so mixed up. I don't mean to blame you, I really don't. I know you're only worried." She shook her head, "he said something and I tried brushing it off and I feel so awful for letting it get to me. He said if you had to choose between me and God, you wouldn't be picking me."
She shook her head again, "and I know, I know, I wouldn't stand in that choice. I'd never do that. I understand what you are. You have a purpose, how could I ever be between that? How could I love you and not understand you?" She set her hands in front of her face and gave a strangled sound. "So I feel so bad that I let out I had something to do with putting that bastard son of his away. I feel so afraid and so bad that I'm letting what he said get to me. Because I trust you. So much."