[ All the wind seems to come out of her with this admission. So much so that she drops to the ground, startling Pascal who jumps and winds his way through her hair immediately to provide assistance in the form of neck cuddling. Her face, if he could see it, would be flushed and bright red with anger.

But it would also be sad. ]

...I don't know how. I feel like there's - like there's so much inside me and - and people... People wouldn't believe it. Not coming from me. Mother, she– I'm overdramatic, I know it. I'm moody and weak and careless and I like other people to take care of me instead of doing things myself. I have no reason to be sad.