"It- it was, yes. He wasn't trying to hurt us, just- separate us. He didn't realise that would be worse."

The hands squeezing his makes Arthur turn his hand in her grip so he can hold her hands back, and scoots closer to her on the couch so she can press into his side.

"You're allowed to be shaken, by that," he prompts quietly. "It's never easy being attacked by someone, even when they realise they were in the wrong."