Well, the sentiment, however quiet, would be vainly appreciated.

"Mm," she hums, and pulls her knees closer to her. Her side stings and whines, and she is very much aware that she is biding her time for it to inevitably gets worse. But, she keeps her arms tightly folded across her side, and chooses to ignore it in lieu of warmth. "It takes a lot of power for something to drag us from such far reaches," since, you know, its pretty obvious they are from vastly different places. And she doesn't like that thought, she doesn't like the possibilities of what that may imply, but it doesn't change this reality, either.