Her hand stretches out almost instantly, wanting to touch him but uncertain how he'd respond. She draws away after a few heartbeats. Pulls up another, tired smile.

"That's fine." Her hand comes up to run through her hair just a little fretfully as she thinks on what to tell. It takes another moment before she begins to story closest to her heart.

"I know a girl, and she grew up with a boy who would always take care of her, even if she didn't want to be. And he was very, very good at taking care of her, and many of their friends." A beat, the smile faltering a little before she speaks again, "But he never-- he never really let people take care of him. Until-- until he got sick, and a lot of their friends went away, and the girl promised herself that she'd do her best to show him the same kindness. Because--"

But, no. That's not something she can't say, now.

"--because he's very dear to her heart, and she isn't going to let him go without a fight."