"You've nothing to be sorry for," Marcus answers, covering his hand with his long sleeve and using it to gently wipe Sabrina's face. He wipes tears from her cheeks, gently wipes her nose, anything he needs to. "Absolutely nothing. Well, maybe ruining my sweater, but I suppose that'll all come out in the wash."

It's a silly joke, but he's trying to see if he can at least get a small smile out of her.

Marcus kisses her head again and then shakes his own. "No, duck, you've got nothing at all to be sorry for."