[She lightly jokes, giving him a nudge. Her hand turns beneath his so their palms can touch. She knows that she's good at helping and is always eager to do so if she can. But right now, he's doing an amazing job at helping her stay centered.
She goes quiet after that, until a single detail that she desperately wants to know the answer to demands she ask him a question. It's intrusive and she knows it, but she hopes he'll be able to forgive her.]
Is your regret changing the fact you died? Is that why you're so eager to help?
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[She lightly jokes, giving him a nudge. Her hand turns beneath his so their palms can touch. She knows that she's good at helping and is always eager to do so if she can. But right now, he's doing an amazing job at helping her stay centered.
She goes quiet after that, until a single detail that she desperately wants to know the answer to demands she ask him a question. It's intrusive and she knows it, but she hopes he'll be able to forgive her.]
Is your regret changing the fact you died? Is that why you're so eager to help?