don't know what the plan is

She would frown as he whispered, but wuld remain silent as he dealt with the inner turmoil. That frown would turn into a flinch as he abruptly shouted, but she knew, when the words registered, it wasn't to her. Her eyes would widen at them - killed someone? Him? Was this the tormentor? The man who gave him these memories of pain that haunted his sleep? If so, why... why was he hurt about it? She didn't understand, not entirely. And yet right afte rhte yell he'd relax, and she found herself with a head twice the size of hers flopped on her shoulder and back and neck. She would keep her head level, her words a soft murmur. "You did what you had to - I presume this was your tormentor, yes? - do not feel bad for it." She paused, struggling to understand. It made logical sense to her, and she wasn't quite certain how to relate.