Robin smoothed his hands over the warm flesh of her back, loving the feel of her skin under his palms. "That was no fault of yours, my love." Dorilys had been spoiled from her birth - Renata could not undo what others had wrought. And Gillian, while troubled, was not insane, he thought to himself, though he did not say it. "Surely some help is better than none," was what he said instead.