[ She doesn’t protest or pull her hand away when he coaxes it away from her face, although she can’t quite bring herself to meet his gaze. Instead, her gaze is fixed on her now-empty lap now that Seisyll has vacated it, her other hand curling into a fistful of fabric as she grips at her skirt in frustration. ]

But… That’s just it, I want to be able to take worries off of people’s shoulders. So many people here, people like you and Diluc and Beatrix and Eustace, [ his name being emphasized, given what they’d just seen of him, ] you always try to go about everything thinking that you have to shoulder everything yourselves and that you’re all alone, but it’s not fair at all… Not to yourselves or to anyone who cares about you. I’m starting to get really…

[ She draws in a deep breath, and then exhales it shakily. ]

Upset about it. Stop worrying about me, if you’re not going to let me worry about you in return. It’s not fair…