"Give it time," he reassures as best he can, slowly spoken. "You both need it, but you especially. You got real heated--and I know you did something you regret, with your Oath. But this isn't just it, you know?"

He leans, and reaches over to put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it.

"Sort yourself out. Do whatever you have to. And...talk to someone, if you need help. It's easy to get stuck in your own head."

And sometimes you need help, even if you're the only one who can solve your own problems in the end.