Her expression turns complicated, then rueful, and she shakes her head, more uncertain than negating. "I don't know, baby."

She feels better, more herself now, but there's still a deep well of upset in her chest; of fear and confused frustration. "I don't want to hurt you. And I just – I feel – "

She struggles for a moment, trying to avoid it, but can't. Not with him. "Fragile. And I hate it. I'm not supposed to feel that way. Not ever."