Marcus wraps his arms around her in turn, stroking her hair, her back, murmuring what he hopes are comforting words. He has a feeling the apologies are for someone else, people who aren't in Darrow, those from the memories she's just found herself carrying and while he knows he can't promise her they've forgiven her, he's got a rather strong feeling they have.

"S'alright, duck," he murmurs. "I've got you. You're alright."

She needs this release. Marcus isn't going stop her tears or tell her she has nothing to cry about. People need these moments, these times to fall apart, and if he can give her somewhere space in which to do so, then he's done his job.