Will nodded slowly, the uncertainty building in his throat. "I wanted to— I dint want you to come home to another dungeon. I know it weren't my right. If you hate it, I can rip it out, you don't have to keep it." The last words came out in a hurried, tumbled heap. It was a patently ridiculous thing to say, too. What, was he going to rebuild the cell brick by ugly brick just so's she could take a sledgehammer to it herself? But in the moment, it seemed important to say it; he didn't want her to think she had to put up with other people's choices being foisted on her, not here of all places.