"What? No! Savannah, no." Marty knelt down beside the bed and ran his hand gently up and down her arm. "I wasn't sticking up for them or taking sides. I promise I wasn't. If that's what it came across as, I'm sorry. I just...I really was just trying to understand what you're thinking, especially when you seemed to like Dr. Isles so much at first."
He brushed her hair back from her face. "Honey, there's no fault and there isn't something wrong with you. But, I do think there's something...bothering you, or weighing on you. A lot's happened in the last couple months and we've all had to adjust to rapidly changing circumstances." He sighed softly. "There are always options. But, no, I'm not asking for you to pick one person. I'm just asking you to...plan, consider, weigh potential options. You've always been the one to go through the logical steps necessary to make sure our family is taken care of. We've lost a lot of people lately. But, you still have family and friends, people who care about you and who we've always been able to trust with our children as much as we'd trust anyone who wasn't us. You still have me, Savannah. I'm right here and this is something I can help with, if you'll let me. Not that I can fix anything, but I can help you get through these times."