The slight pause for breath had her turning toward him, but it was only a moment, only enough that she could then turn back, then continue as they were, Sam even putting a bit more effort in than before, and she kept up the monologue, telling him everything was going to be okay, that they were right in doing it, that there was no other way and much as it felt wrong it was all they could do. It was right. At least for them.
He'd start to feel it soon if he wasn't already, that power, that strength. He'd feel it and he'd understand exactly what they were doing and why. He'd understand just like she did.