[He has barely looked at her all this time, not quite able to do so, and hasn't caught on to her signals. After a pause to collect himself, he takes another drink of wine and continues.]

Then it was...goals, you might say. One day, I would try to stand. The next, take a step. Sometimes they would carry me outside so I could sit. Horatio shaved me and tied my hair in a queue and brushed off my uniform so I could wear it and feel a bit more tidied up, and it did help. Little things, Jilly. I began to teach him Spanish one day, when he asked me. I'd come to see him as the only rope keeping me from drowning, and it sounds shameful, but it was true. I was like an infant, I had to re-learn everything you can imagine. But he was never impatient. Sometimes...sometimes I wept because I did not understand how he could be so kind. [Just talking about it thickens his throat, and he pauses again.]

We were not in prison very much longer. Horatio performed a few heroics and we were all released for it. I must have been his shadow to everyone else, once we were back on board the Indy. It was a long time before I could stand on my own, as it were. [He rubs his eyes.] Now you know everything, Jilly. God help me. I didn't mean to go on so long.