It's odd- usually she's in Childermass' position. People barking at her to do something, be of more help. She always did all she could, willingly and often without being told, but sometimes it wasn't enough. Sometimes, you just wanted your voice to be heard.

But both she and Norrell were hearing Childermass loud and clear.

"I don't know what I want," she admits. "I know how this looks, and I'm sorry. I'm so bloody sorry." She closes her eyes again, against the world. "I don't even think there's anything anyone can do for me. I made my bed fourteen years ago. It's high-time I lied in it." She wipes at her eyes.

"You have every right to refuse to help me. Most good men would. But please, let me have safety tonight."