"No," Ellie says softly, immediately, looking down at her hands. She squeezes the railing until it hurts, rocks away from it, rocks back again and lifts her chin to the stars.

"I just. Don't know what you need? And I'm-" she pauses here, draws her tongue along her lower lip. "Scared of fucking it up."

And Clarisse went through some really, really hard shit today, and the last thing she wants to do is make it worse.