"Her heart is in perfect condition. I believe she is talking about feelings," Viglar said in Zyrgin.
Madison held Susannah's strong hands, the hands of a woman who'd worked on a farm her whole life. Now they appeared fragile, bloody, the skin raw around her wrists where the chains had held her. "Why don't you tell me what happened, Susannah? What hurts you so much that it feels as if your heart is shattered?" Madison asked, soft and slow, her gaze sympathetic.
Susannah looked up, at last, and the smile she gave Madison was ugly, macabre, and sad. "May-be later, now I just want to be left alone. Please."
Madison nodded and rose. "Nothing is broken. I will clean your wounds and leave you to rest. Will you allow Viglar to give you an injection? It will give you some strength."
For a long time Susannah didn't react, then she nodded. "Yes."