[Genevieve gives him a brief squeeze, enough to let him know that she's strong enough to take any hug, no matter how tight.] Leonardo, fiorellino mio, I am here for you. No one will hear a word unless you want them to. [She's strangely quiet when she speaks, even after the wrought-iron curls of the sound barrier curl around them.] You gave me the strength to let myself be weak. I want to do the same for you, if you'll let me.