It took a while, but slowly, her personal agony ran it's course, slowing into sharp, painful hiccups and shudders. Her cheek was pressed against Blythe's shoulder as she began to calm. The soothing motions helped a lot, and the detective felt a surge of thankfulness and affection for the healer.
"...I'm...'m sor-sorry..." she mumbled quietly. "I-I try n-not to but-but...." Yako swallowed thickly. "So-Sometimes it's to-oo mu-uch, 'nd, 'nd...s'not fai-air." For either of them.
Blythe....yako couldn't thank her enough. Wouldn't ever be able to, because she had seen Yako, as vulnerable as she would ever be, emotionally, and had said the exact perfect thing to keep her from breaking.