Mari pulled her hand back when Dumas yanked his away. Her big eyes looked surprised and a little hurt, but she didn't move from her spot. Mari knew there wasn't much she could do to help until Dumas regained at least a little bit of control. So instead of walking away - which she feared might make matters even worse - she waited patiently.<br/><br/>When he turned back, she smiled and nodded. In a tentative way - neither of them was very comfortable with physical contact, as far as she could see - she touched one of his hands again.<br/><br/>When Dumas asked for the necklace back with a gesture, she looked up at him. For a moment, Mari considered if she should dismiss it and say he didn't have to. But something inside told her he did have to. Or at least he felt like he did. Obediently, she slid the necklace back into Dumas's hand, giving it another gentle squeeze. "I know you won't, darling. You're okay now", she replied, her voice sounding firm and confident.