The way Oleta says her name makes the sob that was lodged in her chest break free. She doesn't say that it was her fault Oleta needed saving in the first place. She doesn't say that her efforts to do so ultimately failed, that their few moments of freedom together were filled with pain and blood and terror. She releases her grip on the sheet, her glasses lifting as she rubs at her eyes to clear them, to compose herself. There's still their current situation to deal with, after all.

She takes several steadying breaths. She's had to implement many of the techniques she'd taught Oleta the past few weeks, during her own "treatments". Her shaking shoulders gradually still. "I don't know where we are now. I don't know what's happened."