The steady contact and cooling effect is calming, and she lets her eyes drift shut. She reaches a hand over to grip his forearm.

"Why is there always so much fighting?" She brings her arm back and tucks it under her chin. "It's always one side against the other. There's just nine of us left, even we can't seem to agree." She thinks about confronting 1 in the library, how close she'd been to taking him out. Should she regret that?

"I ... almost killed someone." She's glad she's not facing him, she didn't know if she could talk about if she were. But, he's broken through her walls with his kindness and his own vulnerability.