Phillip got up to take a closer look at Amy's arms, his one eye studying the intricate red lines on the flesh that were the culminated result of years upon years of neglect and abuse. Frowning, he brought a hand to his eye-patch, a habit he had been developing as of lately, and sighed. Reaching out, he gently rubbed the raw arm with his cool fingers, looking Amy straight in the eye.
"I'm glad I met you too Amy. And I swear to you...I will make this right."
He grinned at her.
"Now try to get some sleep, ok? You deserve that much."
Taking the empty plates with him, Phillip walked into the kitchen where Ariel awaited him. Taking the dishes, she began the process of washing and rinsing them, none of them saying a word to each other. Finally though, after five minutes, Ariel looked at Phillip with worry.
"Will she be alright?"
Phillip opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. He was uncertain, worried, and maybe even scared for Amy. But he had to be brave for her too and that mattered more than anything right now.
"Yeah...yeah I think she's gonna be just fine."