He's quiet for a long moment while she tells him; it wouldn't be appropriate to interrupt, to overlap. He waits until she's finished and then he lets out a soft breath. He reaches out, tentative, almost hesitant and touches the edge of the scar on her right wrist. He wishes he could explain to her how beautiful she looks to him right then.

"I'm so sorry that that happened to you, Jillie," he says, as gentle as he has it in him to be.