In her blankness she was hugging herself, her fists clamped together and pressed tightly against her chest.

As if protecting something precious.

But by now she had lost everything.

Morgan knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and cradling her in his arms, like a child made of thin glass.

He looked at Maalech and frowned before looking away. "You did the right thing, Mal. It'll never feel like it. But you did." He offered the man a weak smile then and then he and the woman weren't there.