After being with Korrin, after attempting to get herself into a state where she can speak to other people without her throat closing or her chin wobbling, Araceli starts looking for Fern. Her head is pounding and her eyes are raw by the time she does, outside fortunately and away from everyone with fewer eyes, less noise.

Taking a shuddering breath, she sets a hand on Fern's arm, opens hers in an offer; this is a girl she invited into her home, into her life, if she hadn't already felt responsible in some way she'd feel it now.

"Breathe," she just about gets out as if she should be taking her own advice here. "You were there. You were with her."