[She relents on her hold slightly, shifting her hands to different points. She might have noticed the physical reaction on its own but with the empathic connection it was clear. There's a little concern, but not overly much. She's used to bruises. It's more surprise than anything and she's curious, but it's not where her mind is focused right now.]

We're all lucky. I mean, there's always someone with it worse as long as we're around to tell the story of what happened to us, but it's not a competition. Things can still suck for us. I want to be here for you just like you want to be here for me and we're both probably going to be full of fears of being left again and guilt from something that isn't our fault, but at least we're being a little messed up together?