Her hands go to his calf, feeling for the tense muscle and adding gentle pressure with her fingertips while sending a vibration to it like she'd done before. Hopefully, it'll loosen up enough for him to stand.

She glances up only briefly at his question before looking back down at her hands. Did she die? Did those things tear her apart? "Yeah."

She doesn't have to ask if those things killed him too. It's all over his face, in those beautiful blue eyes that should never look like that. So because she can't fix what's happened, she does her best to approach it like she would any mission — maybe it will help him too. "I'm thinking that's why we're both here, and why so many others aren't."