That was a question she wasn't sure how to answer. She knew she felt lost and tired, ready to collapse against the ground and let the day pass her, shedding any thoughts or needs she might have. A sea of nothingness. That didn't tell her whether or not she was all right, some sort of reassurance for him.

Instead, she took in a shaky breath and held tighter to him. "I don't know." She hated that phrase. That was all she had been able to say to new arrivals whenever they asked about who brought them here and where they were. I don't know. Now she knew something, but truth was no more clear than before.

"Something is happening to me, Robb." To all of them now...but she didn't know how to describe it to Robb. Not yet. There were so many other thoughts in her head, all of them jumbled and rushed, swirling about her like rapids. She needed to feel something real, to hear something true. The only glimpse of it in a world of falsehoods. "Hold me and tell me you love me, please. Everything is falling apart."