"I don't expect you to," Tasha said, and pulled up a chair by Emma's bedside. "And you don't have to, either. You're not on trial, though I don't blame you for feeling that way." Her instinct was to reach out and take Emma's hand, but she looked like everything was sore right now. Not at all like the glamorous woman Tasha remembered. What Tasha remembered as well, was how bad it had been for her, in the clutches of the Templar, and Emma had been with them a lot longer. "I know the sort of things you would have gone through," she said quietly. "I want to thank you for holding out until Deirdre and Caoilfhionn got there. That was... pretty fucking amazing. We've known they had you for a while, but then we had to find you. That was the hard part."