A touch, even a comforting one, isn't something Amelia usually tolerates. She looks up sharply at Adia, her face contorted with anger and a dozen curses at the ready, when the other woman speaks. And suddenly, all the rage and anguish fall away, leaving only the emptiness and pain behind. Her lips tremble, and then her whole body shakes as her mind struggles to catch up to everything going on right now.

What's happening here? Why is she being so nice? No one cares about the rogue or her feelings. Dreams, in this moment Amelia's half certain not even Steve did. But here Adia sits, offering her time and her care to someone she doesn't really know, to someone who's worth so little to anyone.

"Why...?" Her voice is a hoarse whisper as she forces it out around a fresh wave of tears. "Why would you do that for... for me? I'm nothing, I'm no one. I don't--" Her breath catches in her chest and she drops her gaze to the floor, her hands covering her face again as she shakes her head. "I don't deserve such kindness. And you... You should go, before I... hurt you, too."