César moves to make himself comfortable, at least as much as he can manage while still upright, and finally Magne stands again to face him. One hand remains wrapped around his, thumb pressed against his knuckles, the other one lifting to curl a finger under his chin and encourage him to look back at her.

"Listen to me, okay?" A beat to wait for confirmation. "Whatever happened to her was not your responsibility. She's damaged, just like all of us are, and taking it out on a convenient target."

Her tone is firm, but quiet as she stares him down.

"I want you to do me a favor now. I want you to try and rest, and tomorrow, we'll find something decent to eat. My treat."