It's a little hard to wrap her head around being here when she's supposed to be dead. It'd felt easier earlier, when she hadn't been certain, but there's a difference between assuming something to be true and actually having it confirmed.

It's ironic, too, to think about the number of times she'd wished for some nameless, faceless fairy tale savior to come and steal her away to someplace less terrible. Chrissy's old enough to realize that that isn't what this is, but it's still kind of amusing to think about.

"Feeling better now?" Better is relative, she realizes, but she also realizes that having a good cry is the only thing that helps, sometimes. She generally does feel better afterward, so she's hoping it's the same for him. "I don't know. You can be mean and scary and still need to cry it out sometimes." He's smiling at least, so that's a good sign, right? The question earns him a smile and a nod. "I guess we should!"