Marek had been going to leave, but he heard her take the kind of deep breath that preceded or accompanied tears, and stopped, inwardly debating with himself. He was mad at her, he was terrified, but the situation they were in put all of those things in perspective.
"We'll figure it out," he said, without looking back at her. "Together." If he saw no other option, he might accept her plan in the future. If by then it was too late, well - there was nothing he could do about that. He tightened his hold on the book in his arms before starting to walk away, knowing he couldn't stay and let her plead with him, or she might be able to change his mind from what he knew was right.