Errol hadn't worn that expression since the first days of their acquaintance. When he grabbed her hand and shuddered, she wrapped both hands around his and held it close to her chest. Oh, she'd erred. She hadn't realized just how badly until now.
Because she hadn't considered trusting him enough to share her own plans, she'd... done this. He'd taken up her cause, secretly, keeping her safe by keeping his silence. He was fighting for her. She hadn't needed to go at all.
"I promise," she immediately said, dismissing the rest of her plans to find Edward Nigma. One hand freed itself and tread softly across the weathered plain of his face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."