"Oh," she replies, not sure why but... well, Yelena requested it so she'll refrain. It's enough for her to withdraw a bit, from the embrace, and busies herself with drying her face with the cuff of her sleeve.

"I..." she opens and closes her mouth a couple times, trying to figure out the slightly uneasy feeling. "Didn't..." She pauses, looking a bit guilty. "Mean to make this. All about. My problems." Had she managed to provide Yelena any comfort in return? Or had she just pushed her into that position of ignoring her own pain to take care of Ava who couldn't-

She stares at the liquid, again, but there's no answers.