The guard (Tomithy) places a hand on Ptelea's head to soothe her. "Mate, you're scaring the little girl," he says to Ambrose. His words were not supposed to come across as cruel. His concern for the moment simply lay with Ptelea over the boy. "I don't think she's really ready for this, you know? Why don't you two try again a little while later?" He pulls some handcuffs out from his jacket pocket.
Ptelea sniffles and looks up at the guard and hugs his arm slightly, glad she didn't have to talk to Ambrose at that moment. She didn't know how to feel. He let that man hurt her. And this guard brought her back...that meant he was a good guy right? He had to be a nice person if he helped her! But as soon as she sees the handcuffs, he begins crying, confused more than ever. She buries her face back in his shirt, shaking. She wishes she were back at the foster house...at least that made sense! "Please don't..." She sobs softly, trembling violently. She looks at her hands and cries a bit, seeing the giant wound caused from the scalpel. She buries her face back in his shirt, squeezing her eyes shut. Her head hurt and her brain still was fuzzy. She couldn't really make sense of everything. Something bad had happened and she had been asleep...right? Something like that...but it hurt a lot waking up...which was super weird.
Ambrose looks down and scoots a bit away from the two, feeling guilty for causing his sister so much pain. He felt so confused. Had coming for her not been enough? She was alive, and that's what counted...
Now it seemed to him that she hated him...but he hadn't directly hurt her, couldn't she see that? He felt overwhelming guilt. If only he hadn't hesitated and just had answered the Boss's questions maybe his sister wouldn't have been hurt as bad as she had been... He looks at the guard warily. "You're not seriously going to handcuff her? She's traumatized and injured..." He clenches his hands into fists.