She curls her fingers through her. It's been such a long time, since she releaved so much of that burden, that pain, to another. Like lancing a swollen wound. Ugly, messy, the pain that ached so deeply. It might take years to heal, and it might never, not truly.

But knowing that someone would do their best to care for it, care for her.

"Thank-you." And the smile is small, perhaps, and still hurt, but genuine.