Sheska blinks and looks up at him, surprised out of her misery a little at the sudden shift in his tone. Dave has the same charismatic power his brother does, in times like this. When he goes serious, people listen.

She ought to shy away, to remove his hand, to not let him taint himself by associating with her, but... Instead he forms an anchor, a lighthouse in the storm, and she reaches up to cover his hand with her own instinctively. Still, her vision blurs around the edges and she ducks her head a moment to wipe the damp out of her eyes with her other hand.

"It's not that simple," she says softly. "It didn't happen all in a minute. It's been a long time coming and I didn't..." An involuntary shiver makes her pull her over-sized cardigan closer. "I did something we both regret. And it was the last straw. I'm not very good to my friends. This time it almost killed someone. I'm not even sure I should be here. He won't want to see me. I'll just make it worse. But I have to know he's... That he's going to recover."