"Quite alright," he said automatically, his shoulders sagging a little under his flood of relief. She had, as she'd pointed out, every right to bring it up - but that didn't mean it would do either of them any good. He sat with her again, slipping an arm around her shoulders. "Perhaps - later, when things have quieted a bit. This won't last forever. And as soon as it's safe to do so - well. You know I would rather have your help than refuse it." But he hardly had any choice, at the moment.