Tuck pulled one of his hands from Stutely's grip, but only so he could reach through the bars and put a comforting hand on the back of Stutely's neck. He felt sickened by what Marian was promising to do, but- If Stutely's wounds weren't disinfected and stitched up, he was in for a world of trouble.
"Good," the sheriff said, stepping forward with a nod. "I'll be right back." He took his leave of the basement and Tuck turned to Marian. There were no words.
"Marian," he said sadly. "I-" Shaking his head, he let out a pained groan. "I'm so sorry." He wasn't going to insult her sacrifice by avoiding looking at her. She didn't deserve that.
When Malcolm returned, it was with a first aid kit. He set everything in Stutely's cell, then opened Tuck's and let him out and god did Tuck want to run. Instead he set his jaw and walked into Stutely's cell, waiting patiently for the poor man to be let out of his cuffs. Once Stutely was on the ground, Malcolm shut the cell door. "You work on him. And you-" he said to Marian, "are coming with me. I'll bring them dinner once I know you've behaved yourself. Half now," he said, referring to the first aid, "half later. Come on," he went to open her cell and wave for her to follow him.
Tuck knelt by Stutely's side. "Hey, Will. I'm going to patch you up, okay?" He was trying not to look at the smug expression on the sheriff's face as he marched Marian out of the dungeon and upstairs.