Erin's ears droop; the taste of pain in the air, knotted and whispered. She knows that feeling, even if not its cause. Someone hurt this woman very badly, and Erin's heart wrings in her chest.

"...Yeah. And then it's just...learning how to be a person among people again. We fuck it up, give in to old bad habits, but...well, one of the other neat prizes of being here is that opportunity. The chance to shuck the old life like a husk, and see what we might make of ourselves in its absence."