Katherine allowed herself to go a bit limp in Eward's arms, almost unable to hold herself upright any longer. She had been bearing the weight of Lord Wexley's passing without wavering at all for a few days now, and it had grown to be too much. Now, with a warm embrace offered to her, she took the invitation, and felt at ease enfolded in Eward's arms.
Pressing her cheek against Eward's chest, Katherine murmured, her voice still hoarse with tears, "You need not be sorry. You only need stay right as you are. Please, I...I cannot be alone," she reiterated, almost helplessly. She hated to sound so desperate, but she could not help it.