It doesn't make it better. Whatever her words were supposed to do, supposed to mean or make him feel or see, it doesn't make it better. All she could with his acknowledgement to her, to what he'd done, was nod, fingers holding her elbows tighter, the sensation in her throat only tightening even more at his agreed.

She swallowed, wishing she could be anywhere else, as her vision of him blurred more. "So, you made your choice."