She rests her forehead against his shoulder, and he can feel her nod. A tragedy, and one he feels deeply, so she bites back her instinct to tell him, 'At least the Ottoman Turk didn't bash her brains out against a rock.'

She's seen the horrors that humans can inflict on one another. The theft of a child is tame compared to some. Eventually she finds the words, and even knowing how pale and useless they are, she uses them.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."