So what Illyria had claimed was true. They'd had strong feelings for each other. Wesley shakes his head and steps closer, feeling as though he ought to be the one comforting Winifred.

"No, don't apologise. None of this was your fault. Clearly I failed you in some way. Couldn't find the answer in time. Couldn't stop her."

He looks down at the counter between them, regret heavy in his heart for something which, for some, had already happened but he has still yet to live through. He asks the next question softly, barely above a whisper.

"Just how close were we?"