He can tell that his assurances do little to quell Daine's guilt, but time will assist with that, as much as it can. And he'll do his part to help her recover from what happened and her part in it. From the sound of it, she did a thorough job, if not quite as destructive a one, as what she did with ROMAC.

Effie shoves her head under his free hand, and he automatically rubs a hand down her back. She settles down beside him, head in his lap, with a heavy sigh.

He winces internally at her mention of the kitchens - as horrible as the rebels turned out to be, he'd found a kind of home there, cooking for them, and it's strange to think of it all now, in the aftermath. And it's strange to wonder if any of the people he worked with there, any of the people he served, were in on what the rebels were doing. He shakes his head once, gently, to clear his mind.

"So - what we do now?"