Aye. Ye did tell it to me.

[ He looks at her and lets out a breath, pressing his forehead against his. ]

I shouldna have helped him to begin with. Ye even tended to his injuries. When I heard ye cry out...

[ Her cries of distress, the way she'd sobbed after. Those sounds settle on his soul; they did when Randall had her, again after the witch trial. ]

Sometimes 'my best' doesna feel as such.