"Hey. Don't. I believe you. We are getting out of there." She doesn't get up, but she does turn her head and press her cheek against the wall. They're going to be fine. They've survived worse than this. They can do anything together. "We're going home. Together. We're going home, and everything is going to go back to normal. Two peas in pods." She's not quite because she's sad. She's quiet because she's very aware that they're in a room full of people and this is not a public conversation. This is theirs. She's missed this.