Peter hesitated. “Emily… Do you want me to take you to the doctor’s quarters? I think you should-” “You think I’m crazy,” she whispered. “No. I think you’ve been through hell. But alright, if it’ll help, let’s go talk to him.”
They walked back together, this time in silence. When they arrived, George and the woman were still at the table, more composed but still clearly agitated. George looked up as they approached, frowning slightly. Peter’s jaw tightened the moment he saw him.