It was difficult to hear the most compassionate woman he'd ever met say such things, and some part of him twisted inside at the realization that she wasn't thinking clearly. He unconciously tightened his hold around her, as if that would serve to protect her from this place.
At her mention of the creatures, his eyes immediately moved up to meet Sonya's, the arm not wrapped around Jane's waist slipping to the rifle he'd slung back around his back when they'd gone back inside.
As Sonya worked on calming Lao, he attempted to do the same with his wife, tucking her hair gently behind her ear in a familiar movement, and brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Jane, darling..." But her focus remained on Sonya, imploring her to listen. Lipton was listening too, but he was more concerned with the tears in her eyes and the wringing of her hands rather than the details of her argument.
Sonya managed to capture his attention, however, when her tone of voice entirely changed. He turned to look at her, arm still around Jane and his posture becoming automatically a little bit defensive at Sonya's tense statement. He looked back at his wife. "I must've mentioned it to you."
His exhausted mind suddenly couldn't remember if he'd learned about Sonya's capture and torture here or back on the island. A part of him was stubbornly certain that he would never have mentioned something so personal in Sonya's life over tea or dinner, even to his wife, but how else would Jane have known?
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At her mention of the creatures, his eyes immediately moved up to meet Sonya's, the arm not wrapped around Jane's waist slipping to the rifle he'd slung back around his back when they'd gone back inside.
As Sonya worked on calming Lao, he attempted to do the same with his wife, tucking her hair gently behind her ear in a familiar movement, and brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Jane, darling..." But her focus remained on Sonya, imploring her to listen. Lipton was listening too, but he was more concerned with the tears in her eyes and the wringing of her hands rather than the details of her argument.
Sonya managed to capture his attention, however, when her tone of voice entirely changed. He turned to look at her, arm still around Jane and his posture becoming automatically a little bit defensive at Sonya's tense statement. He looked back at his wife. "I must've mentioned it to you."
His exhausted mind suddenly couldn't remember if he'd learned about Sonya's capture and torture here or back on the island. A part of him was stubbornly certain that he would never have mentioned something so personal in Sonya's life over tea or dinner, even to his wife, but how else would Jane have known?