[He's a little startled by the way "there's no need for her to be angry" hits him, and he sucks in a startled little breath when his eyes well up for a minute. He presses the back of his good hand to his mouth and holds his breath, scrunching his eyes closed for a few seconds before setting his hand back down and smiling with a wobbly little affirmative sound.]

We really couldn't have succeeded without her.

[He mulls over the question as a distraction, and winds up turning to her with a sort of confused expression.]

I..., you know, I'm not sure. How awful is that? She housed us and looked after us so many times.