Even with her eyes closed and no way of sensing what he's feeling, she knows he's frustrated - and she knows why. She's heard all of the things people say about her behind her back thousands of times over.

She's too hard on herself. She's too focused on others. She's never happy. She always assumes and acts on the worst instincts. She's selfish, rash, immature, and a general pain to even be around.

She understands and sees all of it.

...but that doesn't make it easier to push away from it.

Here, now, though, she wants to, more than she ever has before. For him, she'll stop fighting herself and actually try.

She takes a slow, deep breath and focuses first on the dirt in her hands, then slowly moves her thoughts on to the ground beneath the apartment they're in. No need to worry about where exactly the dirt came from, only the ground itself. She tries to tap into that stability he spoke of, to use it for herself. It's an odd exercise, but she slowly feels something inside of her change. The tingling subsides, though it doesn't entirely fade. What pain there was fades away completely and she finally relaxes again as it all starts to feel... normal, in a sense.

Still, she wants to make sure she's not completely messing this up. "How do I know if I'm doing this right?"