There's a small throat clearing on her side. She's not sure what to say. It hasn't been that long since she last cried, but it was the first time in a very, very long time for her, and it was one of those "strange" days in the dome, so not entirely her. She thought she'd forgotten how. Maybe she did.
Maybe she forgot how to be comforting somewhere along the way too. They didn't have the luxury of stopping and feeling or maybe that was just her. Even when her students died and others reached out she pushed them away. Not that she needs to push when she can make herself completely intangible.]
...It's better that way. [Letting it out. Anger isn't the only thing that builds up too much on the inside sometimes.]