Porrim finds herself chewing the inside of her lip while Sam talks, trying to keep the dozen different emotions she's feeling right now in check, because now isn't the time to break down all of her feelings and overanalyze every single one to narrow down the best possible outcome.

This isn't the time for that. This is the time to listen. She offers him the tiniest of smile.

"I can't say I know many people who would do that," she admits. "But I'm fucking lucky that you would. We all are." This isn't just about her, she reminds herself for the thousandth time. This is so much bigger than her.

Still, she lets her gaze drop, a little shameful. "I have to admit, I'm very glad you came back."