Stutely was well on his way to wearing a hole in the floorboards as well. He'd managed to briefly make himself useful with a supermarket run, stocking up the kitchen with all the essentials Rob and Marian might want, but once the groceries had been packed away, he was back to feeling useless and anxious. He tried to stop himself from flicking glances toward the room that had been a homemade prison cell.
He still wasn't sure if he'd overstepped in tearing it out. He hadn't wanted Marian to come home to another dungeon, but... the more he heard about what she'd been through, the more he second-guessed himself. What if having it gone wasn't a relief? What if she only felt it as one more violation of what was hers? Somebody else snatching her choices away?
With an effort, he wrenched himself away from his own worries to focus on Tuck's. "You've made a right feast," he said, managing a quick smile. "She'll love it."