"I understand, ma'am," he said as gently as he could. "I'm going to make him stay away from the bakery. You live upstairs don't you?" He glanced upward, glad that at least that would have a threshold. "I'm going to explain how some things work, so you can keep yourself safe." She'd have to find the strength to rebuild her soul and her image of herself. No amount of magic could do that for a person.