[Ah... that sound again, even now it gently takes her and eases her out of the grip of panic, breath slowing even as a few more tears fall, and her hand squeezes his. She looks to him with weary eyes as she sniffles again and tries to compose herself.]
Thank you... I... I'm sorry I couldn't do much.
[Even with Della trying to train her, she's still weak and useless, needing to be saved because her best wasn't good enough.]
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Thank you... I... I'm sorry I couldn't do much.
[Even with Della trying to train her, she's still weak and useless, needing to be saved because her best wasn't good enough.]