At last, Sina is beginning to relax, Araceli's calming presence lulling her into a state of increased comfort, if not drowsiness. Being sick takes a lot out of someone, and at times all it takes is feeling a little safer.
"I trust you," she says, so quietly it's almost a whisper, "there's so much... that's happened. That needs to be done." She takes another, deeper breath. "We have to do better."