Will knew what she was saying. It had been hell, every moment of it, from that first unsettling phone call from Ella's school, through each of the sleepless nights that had followed, the failed scrying, the fruitless searching, the cries for help they could hear but never reach. Pure hell. But he'd only been a spectator; Clio was the one who'd lived it. She was the one he was concerned about. "I know," he said simply. "We'll just keep on taking it one foot in front of the other, right?"