Jonathan's dull voice was relaxing for her, she'd become slightly addicted to it in a short time. Merope relaxed into the corner, whining slightly when too much pressure was applied as she had hurt herself to an extent by slamming her body into the wall so often. As much as she wanted to open her eyes, she didn't and lowered her head,"It's alright.." She sighed, a feeling of disappointment came over her and she tried to forget about it in the first place.
Merope couldn't see his face, his expression which would have been upsetting if she had. Jonathan seemed both upset and frustrated and had she seen his face, she would have became insecure with it. For the time being, she stayed silent against the wall with his palm on top of her collarbone, raising and lowering as she breathed deeply.