[She draws a deep breath and lets it out, slow and soundless.]

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves... no, all right.

[She reaches for his hand then, and holds onto it, carefully feeling along the bones, the tendons and calluses.]

I know it weren't. Even if I'd stopped it, 'e were threatening Ned's dog; I might've saved Ned, I might even 'ave saved meself, but I couldn't've managed Digby as well. So it were for the best. I'm very angry.