He paused for a second before kissing her head. "Okay. Yeah. You can be sorry about that. That was a bad idea."
She whimpered. "But you don't understand.. You got stabbed, and Knox was there and he.. made me uncomfortable, and you died and I thought you were gone forever." She took a shaky breath, a sob threatening to escape.
She nodded. "He attacked you, and if I tried to disobey him he would just hurt you." She covered her mouth anxiously, keeping quiet. "I'm sorry."
She buried her face in his shoulder. "I shouldn't have argued with you. I should never argue with you."
Her fingers held tightly to his shirt, and sobbed once before silencing herself. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He rocked her back and forth, obviously worried. “Don’t be sorry, baby. You’re okay. Everything’s okay. I promise. Everything’s okay.”
He frowned deeply, his fingers running through her hair. “Don’t talk like that, baby. It’s not true.”