Breathing was easier. She didn't feel like she was suffocating under the heaviness of what she'd just heard - what she'd just seen - what she'd just had to do. She was tired. Every muscle in her body was aching from the tension she'd been under - and the bruises left from Aidan's grip on her were beginning to form on her skin. She could feel the tenderness growing.
She just wanted to sit down and rest. She considered the ground, before she discarded the idea again. It was better to be where she was, even if she wasn't sitting down. There was rest here, too.
"Yes," she answered out loud. "It will take time. But he will do it. And she will forgive him." Her younger self and Aidan would be all right -- as long as Aidan kept true to what he really was. Not the monster, no, but the man who fought against the fate that he'd been given. Of everything about Aidan, the thing she most admired was the way he struggled every single day against his nature to be better than what he was. And there were many things Evey loved about Aidan.
She let out a breath. She needed to put Aidan out of her mind. She needed to let go of what she'd just gone through. Her eyes closed as she tried to soak up the peace that Peter had brought. As she tried to integrate his strength into her own.