[Just being there isn't enough. It's a slow realization, and the reason why she had to find a means to talk through it. Sorting through most things almost effortlessly had just been a part of her nature.

This was different. It was okay that it was different, and she had to accept... that, and accept... needing help through that. It's a long moment of contemplation, trying to find it within her to believe it as well, more than simply... saying the words and hoping that would be enough.]

... you're right. [She exhales, slowly, shoulders slumping with the acceptance and realization.] I'm sorry. I think I let my frustration with the fact that I need help get in the way of ... simply accepting it.