She nods and pulls him into another hug. "Baby, believe me... you won't ever, ever have to be. I promise. We'll all of us get together and talk about things, okay? We'll figure it out. I won't be going back to work for a while. You know... Judah and some of my other partners can handle the place almost entirely on their own. I could hand off the management to them, still have myself as the owner, but just do the stocking for the rare books. I can do a lot of that from home, I wouldn't have to go in more than once or twice a week, and if I have to travel to find some of the really rare stuff I sell you can come with me..." She rubs his back as she talks, trying to calm him -- and by extension herself. As calm as she's trying so hard to be about all of this, there's a faint hint of something in her voice that's almost some kind of pleading -- not with him, exactly, but with the circumstances in general. She'd bargain with any god or demon there was to keep her family safe -- to keep him safe, to keep him with her.