She wasn't convinced, no matter how he insisted -- but neither was she convinced that it was right to argue the point. She felt the weight of the moments on her, the air thick with importance, the smile he gave that felt like sentencing.
"You're more than just this," she said. Although she believed it completely, she didn't know if he did. She also didn't know how far he could go down this path without losing the parts of himself he'd built since his arrival. Could he come back again from it?
Something needed to be done about Doctor Crane. Now that Honour had spoken with him, she was certain he wouldn't ever stop doing what he was doing. But what? And what would it do to Errol? She looked gravely up into the face she'd come to adore, and felt an overwhelming need to protect him from the very thing he was trying to protect her from. It was a very strange feeling indeed.
"What will you do?" she asked at last, her free hand finding his. She stood with the toes of her shoes just inside the insteps of his, hands locked, eyes dark with worry.