"Ok," he nodded, bringing her into his embrace and holding her as she shook with uncontrollable sobs. God, she was a mess. First, Theo's arms were stiff and cold and unbending. Then, slowly, as if he was gaining confidence in her leaning into him, let the tension fall from his shoulders and let his fingers trace circular paths over her back. "It's fine, Penny. He'll be alright. He's probably just back at the Manor, pissed as hell, and sticking it to the King in the best way he knows how. He must have had a good reason for not showing up. He must have."