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Isidor's mouth opens and closes, her fingers lift and then fall limply again as she struggles to figure out what to say. This is a first for her in so many ways. It's the first time her trauma has been this bad. The first time she's had to admit to it. The first time someone has so generously offered up a solution she could never ask for, but so sorely needs. She has always been the strong one, the reliable, steady force in people's lives. This role as a broken, useless woman in need of help from practical strangers is a nightmare. She doesn't like it, doesn't want it, and doesn't know what she's meant to do like this. No one taught her how to be weak.

She wouldn't have let him if she hadn't needed to, but that's not what she should say, she knows that much at least. "I'll find a way to repay you," she says instead. "For… what you're doing."