Saphira says nothing as she leans into Marcellus. There was already security. She just felt like she's been punched through her chest. Yes, the nursery can be repaired but not everything can be replaced. The mobile, for an example, was her mother's when she a baby, then Saphira's and the heirloom would have been for her children. Nothing can replace it now. Saphira slowly gets up on shaky legs and staggers to the bedroom. The master suite was very big with marble flooring, mahogany furniture and the finest silks and cotton dressing the bed and pillows. The ensuite bathroom had a large spa big enough for five people, a shower large enough for three, the tiles and vanity looked expensive. But Saphira felt like she's taken a back step, she didn't think anything like a destroyed nursery would bring up her depression so quickly. She laid down on the bed, curling up and cried softly into the sheets.