"Would it be easier if I left?" he asked softly. "I'll leave...I don't mind. It's the least I could do." It was his room, but he didn't care. He would just about rip his arm off and give it to her if that's what she needed. He wasn't trying to rush her, he just wanted to make sure she was comfortable. She should be hurt and have to feel scared at the same time. If him leaving eliminated the scared part, he would do that. He owed her that much.