"...The poor abused strands of my own hair," Erin admits. She sounds fucking exhausted. "I'm. Listen, I'll eat. Tomorrow, I'm not going out there and I'm not asking you to go get me food."

To emphasize the point she nestles deeper into the blanket Helena so thoughtfully provided to her.

"...I realize I'm being a hypocrite right now but I think, given the circumstances, I'm due some hypocrisy. I'm not gonna ask how you're doing, I damn well know, but..."

"...I suppose I'm waiting up to finish that talk we started at the resort, lass."