[ It takes a bit of trying, but she manages to pull herself together enough to release her hold on him, though doing so makes her want to burst into another wave of fresh sobs. One breath and then another. She looks him over, frowning in concern at how upset he still is. ]

I do not like this. I do not even remember how I came to be here, and yet all I want to do is cry and hug you. This is not my way, or yours.