Sean lets out a breath held just slightly longer than usual and nods, running a hand along her arm. For better or for worse, she's in this. Looking forward, she's not the one he'll need to worry about, and that counts for a lot. "No point at all. Thank ye," he says, rallying a little more confidence into his voice. "'M sorry fer ever doubtin' ye, luv. An'... fer everythin'." He'll be holding himself plenty accountable for it all, anyway. Somebody has to, and given that there are so few people around who know, he's the only one who can. From her, he just needs acceptance so he can handle the rest, and whether he's earned it or not, that's for her to decide.