His words comforted her enough that she stopped crying. She curled up against him and whispered, "I will never be able to forget what happened." It would haunt her for the rest of her days no matter what she did to try and dispel it. Watching her husband die such a horrible death had definitely left its mark upon her. She'd told the priest, Gabriel, about it. She pulled her head back to look up at him, the circles under her eyes telling the story of her fitful rest. "I hardly get to sleep between the babes and the dreams," she confessed.