Oh, Bree. It's all right now. [Without worry of agitating any hurts, she hugs her so tightly that her arms ache.] I'll help you through this, and so will Jamie.

[Unfair that such a thing has happened to both father and daughter. Her whole family here, Fergus included, have suffered.]

You don't need to talk about it now. But you can, if you must. I'll always listen. Whether it's tonight or in a month. There's no such thing as a bad time. Understand?