Merry's own laugh sounded perilously close to a sob, too, her throat catching. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong, you did the complete opposite of wrong." She had been scared out of her mind, but Henry must have been even more scared. Addy had thought that was why he'd been in the coma, the one the doctors couldn't explain. Because he was too scared even to wake up. Merry didn't know what it would take to terrify somebody so much that they couldn't even be in their body anymore, but like Addy's pinprick scars, Henry's stitches and bandages put in mind some awful images. "I slept in your bed," she admitted. Her lower lip quavered, just a little. "I didn't touch any of your stuff, though! Just the night light."