[It’s not the answer she expects. Briefly Aubrey’s shut, taking it in—

[Basil. He hurts him. He’s not supposed to know—

[She squeezes back, trying her damnedest to keep her face even. Her expression stays focused, sharp; maybe too sharp, but not for this, here, now. Sunny trusts her. He’s afraid.

[Aubrey listens. She nods, slow, even. Doesn’t push him.]