Good. ( Peter can't help the relief that leaves him in one fell swoop. He bites down on his lower lip, swallowing thickly, trying to imagine a moment like that- thinking she'd be trapped forever in a hellish place. Never going to come back.

And he realizes, he can't. He can't imagine that kind of torture. )

I'm sorry. That you had to relive that again. ( His voice is genuine apologetic. ) You look like you could use water or tea, and to- to move far away from this room. You want to do that?