Marcie watched Cathal for a moment, then nodded over her coffee mug and picked it up for a sip. "Thank you," she said, because she did need it. "You're so kind." She sniffed and blinked, fighting against the welling of tears, because such compassion from him was worse than anger when it came to preventing crying. She felt brittle and fragile, in a way she hadn't felt since the aftermath of Tragos' death.