That is the furthest from reassuring that anything can get, and for a moment he has terrible visions of other templars coming after her, or worse, Seekers--all his speculation steeped in the context of his own worries and fears about her and his guilty conscience, everything he's already afraid might come to pass.

But asking about it would only hurt; he knows what his job is right now, no matter how fiercely it goes against every word of templar training he's ever received. Gingerly at first, he folds her into his arms with an awkward pat to her back, and the embrace tightens gently as she weeps.

"Hush, now. It's all right. Whatever it is, it's going to be all right. We'll fix it somehow--"