It's still scary, but knowing she can pull back whenever she wants or if she gets too scared goes a long way toward making her comfortable. Comfortable enough that her hand stops shaking after a few moments. Small steps, but each one is important.

Her lips tug into a frown as she stares at their hands. "Everything is different. He--" She pauses to catch her breath, finding her chest painfully tight as she tries to form her thoughts into words. "He's one of the first people who gave a damn about me here. One of the first people I admitted to being my friend anywhere I've ever been. And he..." She sighs softly, unconsciously curling her fingers around Adia's. "He was like family to me. And family, it... it means everything to me. To lose him hurts more than I can possibly explain."

The loss of her own family nearly destroyed her, but she pushed through it, buried the pain beneath her will to survive and the knowledge that her world is still out there, somewhere, protected from this place. But Steve... he's not coming back and she has no idea how to handle that. Her eyes well up with tears again at the thought and her grip on the other woman's fingers tightens.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, still trying to breathe through the pain. "This is really hard for me."