"Perhaps trust is the wrong word. Hope?" Angela suggested, a hint of amusement in her voice as she lead Claire the rest of the way back to her room, closing the door behind them. A solid barrier between them and the menace downstairs was probably the most comfort that could be instilled, even it was a false sense of comfort considering those walls wouldn't stop him if he was truly determined to get at them.
Quietly thankful that Claire wasn't a mind reader, she settled down on the bed with her granddaughter, smiling a bit to herself as she nodded, "And yes, I know how stubborn Peter can be, how much he can push himself to the breaking point and then well past it. He has always been so well versed in other people's limits, but he never did have any concept of his own. Or at least, not one that he was willing to follow. Even when he was little. Just got worse with age."