With a relieved sigh she sat in bed, propping up her aching legs. Running from the Ministry to Muggle London most of the day was much more physically exhausting than it usually was; but her mind was still very alert.
She nodded, motioning for him to sit down beside her. She gently took his hand and held it against her stomach in the place where she had felt movement- in case the baby moved again, so Ferlen could feel. "I... I felt her." Her voice held awe.
He would nod. "I understand that...but I feel like since we're married you should be able to share anything with me. It's not like I'd go spreading things around...or think of Mary any differently. Still...it's your choice."
She nodded. She decided she'd ask for Mary's forgiveness later; here was an opportunity to not keep a secret from her husband, even though it wasn't hers. "Mary's relationship history mostly centers around hookups and one-night-stands. None of those men respected her, and a few were especially harassing. She had a dream last night about one of them- and she didn't want to be alone when she woke up."
She nodded. "All I could really do was stay with her, and listen. It's amazing how when she's so scared, she can still make others the focus." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I've had my say with a couple of those men. Now we're just dealing with the aftermath."
She shook her head. "Just that it was horrible. I w-was being executed- hanged. A-and everyone was accusing me of doing awful things, yelling and throwing things...." She shook against him. "I've had a couple others like it- but nothing this bad before."
Guilt and fear washed over her. "I know," she murmured, tears filling her eyes. She felt awful, letting him care for her when she didn't deserve it. But she felt worse pulling back, because it caused him unnecessary worry. So she remained in his arms, calling upon her mental defenses to begin fighting back.