Her only solace was that she felt him take her hands and she held on fast for fear once he withdrew them, it would be like him taking back a promise. Shoulders shaking as she tried to swallow her sobs, she leaned her forehead on their entwined hands. He would stay with her, help her; she wouldn't be alone trough all this. Even as she absorbed his words, she shook her head in shame. They shouldn't have done anything in the first place, and yet that night - those few nights - seemed so surreal, so astronomically dream-like that Mabel would never be able to shake them, not entirely.

"I'm sorry," Her voice hitched again, and she tightened her grip on him. "I'm so sorry Dory, I never meant this to happen. I've been so stupid. So naïve -" What kind of healer was she if she had let this happen? That she didn't know the mechanics of it all? Surely Dory knew he was about to promise himself to an imbecile of a healer by now. "What a brainless fool you must think of me."

There was no other word for it, it's what she had been in the beginning.

She can discreetly help with the potion too if need be...

A potion to get rid of the baby. Mabel finally raised her eyes to his. The idea of someone else knowing about what had happened was not something she wanted to accept; she wanted to flat out refuse it but there was no denying that they would need help if that was the way they wanted to go about things. "Is...is that what you want? A potion?"

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