Not all right, he mentally added to the end of her statement. He ran his free hand through her hair, brushing it back from her face. "The holding dimension you were in, it was designed to be real down to the last detail. Wolfram and Hart perfected the art of mental torture as well as physical," he said quietly. "It was so real that the line between reality and illusion blurs."
From what he'd seen, they'd done their worst. Izzy had already been in their lives for a few weeks, so putting Cathy into a position where she saw the child made it even more real to her. Had he not known better, he would have thought their home was a possibility in their future. One in which he died and left her on her own, alone with a child. He couldn't even begin to guess at what she was feeling but if there was a way he could help her get both feet under her again, that would be a step in the right direction.
"We're going to start with you're here, in our bedroom. You're safe. I'm right here beside you and I'm not going to go anywhere. Take it nice and simple and easy. As long as it takes."