Henry... He's right." She reached out, taking the hand that held the whip in hers. "This? this requires training. It requires skill, and a bit of distance. It's not about being in a shadow, or being less than anything." She ignored mention of Norah... the woman's name was enough to sour her mood if she let it. "You're angry. And that's not what the whip is for. Maybe this is who you are... And if you think it might be, I can teach you what you need to know, or find someone who can."
She rested her head lightly on Edward's shoulder, trailing a hand down his back and pulling the sting from the lash marks. She couldn't heal him, but she could make it hurt less, and there was no reason for them both to be in agony. It helped that he was attempting nobility, and it was really quite cute.