He'd walked right in on you crying and you were too upset to care. You were hurting and stressed, he could tell. You were crying on your shared bed. Silco came to sit beside you, pulling you into his lap and stroking your hair, speaking in a hushed manner.

There's my little one. Oh, sweetheart, it's okay to cry. My poor doll. Tell me all about it, darling. I'll make it all better.