[ good, he backed down. she relaxes a bit then--whatever tenseness she unknowingly had at having her assistance rejected quickly dissipating. not that she knows.... how to help, still, but milla at least is aware that having someone you know is there helps a bit.

... and then he's asking about what doesn't matter, which pulls her taut again. what didn't matter? voicing her thoughts and appreciation, because she didn't need to.

but she'd said that out loud, as if he knew what she was thinking about. ]

What doesn't-- [ ah. uhhh. what doesn't matter? milla, what doesn't matter besides vocalizing awkward, mushy thank yous for everything that jude and leia probably would have no problem saying. ] Obviously, whatever I went through. Whether I've had people leave or not. In the end it doesn't really change what I feel I need to do.

[ well. that's not false. but. she actually felt a little okay with admitting that, except when she catches up with what she just said. what she feels she needs to do?? she just wants to help with his mood, and-- she needs to do this apparently?!

she's really going to go home after this and think long and hard about her words. ( move on, move on. ) ]

... Come on, let's get you something to drink.