True. [She's quiet a moment, digging a small hole into the snow between them. Just. Something for her to do with her hands since she's quit smoking. It's only when she blinks she realizes it could be a very tiny grave, and that pulls a rueful laugh out of her.]

I'd help all the same. You know that. Do you really believe you're the only one who cannot stand this? Were I able I'd find my own way out. I can't. All I can do is help those that can.

[She looks back over, relaxing a little at his acceptance. A soft nod and she's less weighted. At least for the moment.]