For a long moment, she stares at Adia's offered hand. It's extended both in friendship and comfort and she doesn't know how to handle either of those things. She's let so few people in when something truly hurt her, and she's always managed to drive those same people away simply by being herself. Adia doesn't deserve that, but she's... not giving comfort when Amelia's asking for it; She's offering it before the rogue could even bring herself to ask.

Slowly, cautiously, Amelia reaches out and rests her hand in Adia's. Her fingers are trembling ever so slightly, but she can't stop that. Not when she's this scared and unsure.

"I'm better at driving people away than anything else," she says softly, her eyes lingering on their outstretched hands. Adia's hand feels so warm, but... maybe that's normal? She honestly doesn't know. "I also never mourn like this. At some point I usually just... bury it, and move on." It's healthier than the alternative of letting it consume her, even if she knows it would be better to work through it. But that's so much more difficult when she thinks she has to do it completely alone.