She glances over, midway through, expression softening in its worry. "It's... no, you've done a good job. Better than most anyone in my life has even bothered to try. It's..." she sighs out a tired laugh. "Just draining, emotionally. The aftermath." Like she needs a good nap.

"But you being good at it just reminded me, I think, that I barely no how to do the same in return."