[There's some brainbreakage in that statement. Her eyes lower just a bit at He would never hurt me.]

You're far stronger than I ever gave you credit for, and it's not that I doubt your...

[sigh]

...Priscilla..

[What's left of linefacing halts, and her features realign themselves to caution - fearful concern.]

I am sorry. I ...do not know, myself. What to believe. If he's somehow blinded you to his nature? If these [wince] feelings for you - feelings that you return...

...somehow truly color his actions. I can't pretend to like it, and this is not easy for me to stand by and [urge to hit something rising] remain helpless. There is nothing I can do for you in this situation.

[She's quiet a moment. Blinks.]

I should just stand by, though. Stand back. Trust your judgment. I paint myself a hypocrite if I do not.